I’m going to start this post off with an old joke. I’m not going to save this one for the bad joke of the week.
Two women friends, who had not seen each other for several years met one day on the street. One admired the other’s new fur coat. “Doris, that’s a gorgeous coat. Where did you get it?”
“My new boyfriend gave it to me. He loves me, and he respects me. He doesn’t expect me to do anything for him in return,” Doris replied.
Betty was impressed. “Why, Doris, that’s fantastic. Simply fantastic!”
“But tell me, Betty,” Doris asked. “What have you been doing with yourself.”
Betty responded, “I’ve been working to improve myself. I’ve been taking courses to improve my people skills. I even went to charm school.”
Doris was amazed. “Girl, what’s with this charm school? What can that possibly do for you?”
Betty explained, “Charm school taught me many social skills, including the proper thing to say for any occasion. For exampled, I’ve learned to say fantastic instead of bullshit.”
So, I never went to charm school. It’s likely too late for me. However, I have worked to refine my sense of expression. For example, when confronted with a load of bullshit I have decided to take a deep breath and respond in amazement, “Really?” It would go something like this:
He says: “Obama is working with the United Nations to take away all our guns.”
I respond: “Really?” “Really!?” “Really!” “Bullshit!”
OK, I’m still working on it, and I am going to link back to this post every time I feel the urge the type “bullshit.” I should not have to wait very long.