Comments on: You Never Know the Whole Story

By: Jeff Timpanaro

Jeff Timpanaro — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 18:07:45 +0000

Yes! The waiting to call the duck a duck IS hard; b/c we always want to be first. In fact I remember failing miserably at that “FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS” TEST in 5th grade where you’re supposed to read through the whole test first, and then only do questions 19 & 20. What an idiot! I was the first one to #7, where I stood up, announced my name, and walked up to the chalkboard and wrote my name. Humiliation! I’ll never forgive Ms. Klindt for that gem.

By: Eric

Eric — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:07:11 +0000

Yup. Busted on that one! I guess quick categorization makes us feel safer, in the know somehow. But it often puts us at odds with something or someone when we really don’t have to be. I guess we should all send out more “scouts” to see what’s there…often a surprise may be uncovered. Still, if it looks like a duck and quacks, it probably is a duck. Just need to wait a bit longer for confirmation. I suppose it’s the waiting part that’s so hard…the withholding judgment part…we’re in such a hurry.

Great article Jeff…as usual…knew it would be. (I guess positive prejudice is ok right?)

By: Jeff Timpanaro

Jeff Timpanaro — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:12:45 +0000

HAHA! Oh, you know, “Kyle” / “Ghandi” – they’re interchangeable! LOL – knew I should have studied the source there (too lazy). Great stuff RT.

By: RT

RT — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:06:47 +0000

I was recently gassing up at a Shell station when a black Trans-am, bellowing muffled metal power chords, pulled up to me as I exited the store. Out hopped a young, orange-mohawked dude in leather and studs, brandishing more lip rings than I’ve ever seen. He walked straight up to me, and as I braced myself for the inevitable “dude-speak”, he said in clear, concise English, “Excuse me for bothering you, but I was wondering if you could direct us to West Oaks hospital, please? We’re looking for the Hillcroft exit.” I was so taken aback! At myself, that is! I didn’t even give him a chance. No sooner did I recover from my shock than an equally metaled-out chick in the passenger seat leaned out the driver’s door and said, “Sweetie? I found it on the iPhone.” I confirmed they were headed in the right direction, and headed home feeling pretty convicted. Thanks for sharing your ass-on-a-bike story. Allow me to add that asses drive Mazdas as well.

Also (and please forgive the correction), I believe Mahatma Ghandi may have beaten Kyle Lacy to that quote…