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Please Lord, save me from moronic southern women who feel put upon.
I just got read the riot act for being “rude” and “insulting” when I pointed out to a realtor that an official document she was asking me to sign was poorly written.
I couldn’t make her understand that there’s no insult inherent in the telling of self-evident truth. If something is poorly written and its a legal document that contains typos, spelling errors and paragraphs written so badly that they create a legal ambiguity at best and total confusion at worst — then the document is poorly written. No insult is necessarily intended nor is it rude to point out the deficiencies of something I’m being asked to put my name to.
Needless to say, I told her I’d fix the language for her myself since she was totally incapable of even understanding what I was talking about — let alone admit that she had produced a shoddily written document.
She kept saying — in that ANNOYING Kentucky accent — “Dearie, if you want someone to do something for you then you shouldn’t be rude to them.”
To which I finally responded: “Look, honey — the only fucking thing I wanted you to do for me was to provide me with a document that was written in an understandable enough manner for me to sign. You didn’t.”
OK, THAT was rude and insulting.
This is a local Louisville band. They’re called The Hart Strings, and they’re gorgeous.