The 10 Rudest Moments of My Life
THERE IS an important choice we as human beings must face each day. Whether in private or public, it's there glaring at us with mouth foaming. It's the choice of being polite or rude. You would be amazed at just how rude (some) people can be in our halls of respectful people.
I simply do not have the time or space to regale you on how irritated a rude person can make me whether I want to be irritated or not. Honestly, it is not the rude jerk who "pushes my buttons,: it is the face that the jerk knows they are being rude and simply don't care.
THIS PIECE DEALS with how 10 moments in my life forever became burned into my heart. Most I have forgiven. The rest I cannot. God knows I have tried. Someday I might overcome the fact that all of these "people" knew that they were being rude. There were not any of the 10 various people who were mentally-challenged. If they had been, I wouldn't be sitting here in a near-dark living room with my laptop writing this story which is entitled . . ."The 10 Rudest Moments of My Life."
(THE LATE) ROBERT OWEN
was my high school guidance counselor. He was hired from a school in Berkeley, California. That has nothing to do with this, the tenth rudest moment of my life. I was a junior in high school in 1971. It was during our "Career Day," that this awful moment happened and changed my view of authority. Our class was broken into various groups and told by Owen, to take a single sheet of paper and write what our chosen vocation would be after graduation. I was anxious as he neared my group. He was aflame with exuberance at hearing vocations such as farmer, plumber, doctor, and then mine . . .working for an FM radio station. His face froze. My group members thought he was having a stroke. He said these words as he crumpled up my paper and threw it on the floor, "you wouldn't be qualified to take out the trash at a radio station." Then I froze. I thought I was having the stroke. I respected him as my parents had taught me. But that caused me to not only miss my dream of working at an FM radio station, but not trusting rude adults who were in authority.
COACH NEAL CHILDERS
now retired from the same high school where I graduated. Childers was a stickler for sticking to our student handbook. If we didn't follow all of the rules, he would send us to the principal's office for a good talking to or get a piece of lumber applied to our butts. Or both. One of the rules was that all boys were to wear their shirts inside their pants. I complied without objection. But one afternoon my zipper jammed and I had no choice but to pull my shirt out so the shirt tails could cover my open pants. Well, I was busted for this infraction. By coach Childers who looked at my busted zipper without any compassion. But it wasn't because I didn't do a good job of begging him to not write me up. All because of a stupid zipper that jammed.
Now for four more of the rudest moments of my life.
- My summer school teacher at the same high school never took time to learn my name. She just called out whatever color of shirt I just happen to wear on that day. And she did this at roll call, "you there! You in the red shirt," to me in front of the entire group who were taking six weeks of summer school in order to help our unit count as seniors.
- God bless my late dad. He tried to hard to help me fit into my class. But I remember one instance where he talked me into letting him attach steel taps on the heels of my loafers I was wearing to school. Long story short. You could hear me from the end of one hallway to the other and I was a laughing stock for one entire day. When I got home, I never disrespected him, but out of sheer humiliation, I lied to him saying the taps hurt my feet and he took them off of my shoes.
- Gary Childers, who is still alive, one of my buddies from my teenage years, and I were playing football with two other guys on one of the days we "cut" class and he and I were both going after a pass and our heads met sending both of us to the ground. But I was the one who was cursed with a bawdy black eye that was three colors. I spent the next weeks telling the truth about my embarrassing affliction, but as the old saying goes, "no one ever believes the truth about a black eye."
- The late Murray Ballard, a candidate for mayor of my hometown came into the newspaper office where I was working in Sept. 1975 and bought a huge ad to get people to vote for him. Thing was he was facing a very powerful incumbent who didn't know how to lose. To make small talk, I assume, Mr. Ballard said, "do you hear how the mayor's election is shaping up?" Without thinking I responded, "I do not think that he has any competition." No wonder the Ballard man looked like someone had just crushed his feelings. Looking back, I guess they did.
Now for the last four of the "10 Rudest Moments of My Life."
- In physical education, (back to my high school), I had P.E. with a real bully. I mean he was so rough that the husky high school football coaches feared him. After a brisk exercise and basketball period, we had to shower. Then it was time to get dressed and comb our hair and this part makes me depressed for I had hair in the tenth grade. Anyway. This bully named "Jimmy," (who is deceased and I won't use his last name) was standing in front of me taking up all of the mirror. I again didn't think as I said, "hey, hurry up and move that D- - - hand!" All he had to do was glare at me. I quickly apologized and lied--saying I was talking to this guy named Ronnie and thank God, there was no scuffle.
- During my time in the seventh-grade, my bus driver named "Rufus Sanderson," his real name, would always forget where he was to stop and let me off the bus. All of the students on his bus looked forward to his loss of memory to give them a chance to laugh at me.
- When we got our first telephone no one was more excited than me. This meant I could call up girls I had class with and talk all I wanted. But this one time I thought that the phone ringing was one of the girls I knew, so to be cool, I answered like this, "heyyyy, hot babe. You got the one and only Kenny Avery!" It was a female alright. My aunt Roberta.
These, I have to say, are "the" 10 rudest moments of my life.
Right now, I do not feel like publishing anymore.
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