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  From: [log in to unmask] 
  To: [log in to unmask] 
  Sent: Friday, December 31, 2004 08:36
  Subject: Re: [BP] Not Quite There


  In a message dated 12/31/2004 7:45:55 A.M. Eastern Standard Time, [log in to unmask] writes:
      Listening to the uber-Ralph Howzabout if I'm the über Ralph, and he's the OTHER Ralph? How'd you get that nifty :u to print?  Cool! Ya have to change the language setting to German, go to "Start...Control Panel...Regional and Language Options...click on Lnaguages, then Details to pick the language you want.  I do Germany German, as opposed to Austrian or Swiss; what the difference is, I don't know. would be appropriate because he won't shut up and Stoney can't hear what he has to say about his being a messenger from God and he's here to spread his money around to make little kids happy, oh
      and nuke Iraq or send in 1M troops, or outlaw same-sex marriage, and what do
      I think about that to which my answer is I prefer not to share that
      information.

      I finally had it with him yesterday morning and threw him out. Good for you,  Just be sure you keep your Ralphs straight. He proved
      himself to be a sexist prigg (something I suspected all along), and couldn't
      understand what would piss me off so much by saying there are just certain
      things a woman shouldn't do. This is one of the things I don't miss about the former Mrs. Ralph-- she never seemed to realize that it's a good idea to use the clutch between one's brain and one's mouth.  Perhaps she had an automatic instead of a standard, so didn't know what the clutch is??? I don't know. Somewhere along the line, she got it into her head that one can go around saying whatever pops into one's mind.  How old is this woman - isn't that a sure sign of old age that you start coming off as eccentric because you really don't care who hears you say what?  I, on the other hand, found that it's a good idea to edit (if not delete) everything (or nearly everything) that pops into my mind.  Or, to quote Dan Quayle, "It's a terrible thing when one loses one's mind." I was carrying the sandwich board out to the street - a daily event, and apparently one I'm supposed to hire someone else to do for me.  I told him not to ever tell me there were things I couldn't
      do.  Even when he came back later and tried to explain that he didn't say
      there were things a woman couldn't do, but rather things they shouldn't do,
      I refused his apology.  He just wasn't getting that telling a woman she
      shouldn't do something is ultimately the same as telling her she can't. Oh, for God's sake. He was trying to be nice in a doofusy, clumsy, insensitive, asshole manner because he's too goddam stupid to do so in a better way, and you had a burr under your saddle which had nothing to do with him.  Yup, the burr I had under my saddle was that this DT infested alcoholic keeps coming in and trying to be nice but I've had enough people tell me he gives them the heebiejeebies that I'm back to him being nothing more than a liability - so it did have to do with him - this was just an extension of his other utterances that cause people to wonder which part of "not quite there" is not quite there - he and Stoney would probably get along fine!  Can't have people making the customers uncomfortable.  Adios, motherfucker.  Yup - AMF!  And the bee under my bonnet was that he's yelled at me often enough and his voice was getting that indignant high pitch, so I diffused it by kicking him out - I had other people in the place and wouldn't deal with someone on the edge of belligerrncy, so I just shut him up. You are entirely correct-- both to protect your business, and more importantly to protect your customers. Guess I just don't suffer fools lightly, although I have no problem with people sometimes being foolish (it's in my genes, or at least my name).  Sounds more like an offensive nut case than a fool. A couple days after Christmas, he came in and informed me during his ramblings that he had scared his son (a CPA from NJ) over the holiday, but that it had to be done.  He looked at me expectantly (or maybe expectorantly) to ask, "Whay's that Ralph?" but I didn't give him the satisfaction.  I've come to learn that people treat a barista like a bartender, but this is one person who isn't going to become a patient of mine.  Besides, he shakes so much with the paper cup of ice water I give him that I figure a good portion of it ends up outside of him rather than in his mouth.  Of course, I could be mistaken about the alcohol smell on him at 6:30AM and he really has Parkinson's.

      So, you're welcome to add that to Stoney's story, since I'd have to gather
      he doesn't have thoughts one way or the other about what other people
      should(n't) do in the world.

      - Pam
    Sticking Up for Mr. Insensitive
    Being a Bitch to the nth degree
  I sure wasn't about to say that.
  Smart man.