I used to referee kids' soccer. About 99 percent of the parents were great. There was that one in a hundred who thought that the quality of the officiating in a Saturday afternoon recreational game was worth commenting on, loudly and nastily.both my sons were in hockey and you want to hear rude....these people would yell and curse at the referees..who were but kids themselves...one yelled and swore at my son who was the referee at the time...well.enough about that....let us just say she sat far far away from me in the future...![]()
Ummm …
Sounds like that saying about, “It takes one, to know one.”About Sassycakes's rude person. The first thing that popped into my head was "Oh, you met my sister-in-law". Maybe rudeness is some genetic defect - a wrong something or other in the wrong place. They just don't understand how rude they are. But I found that rude people get ballistic, if they are treated rudely. They have a temper tantrum, which proves they understand rudeness-just like my sister-in-law.
You caught me, I never did good in school knowing the difference between numbers and letters.You are probably right. My daughter sent me some pictures of the competition. Can you tell which girl she was making fun of in this picture? It's the girl on the end and the rude person kept calling her fatty.My granddaughter is under the number C.
Ummm …Not to be rude but isn’t ‘C’ a letter, not a number?
And those two girls on the right, amazing dancers for having just one leg each!
Your granddaughter though is by far the most amazingest! Great
Hey, don’t take it personally. I was never good at geography.You caught me, I never did good in school knowing the difference between numbers and letters.
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I didn't take it personally. I loved it!Hey, don’t take it personally. I was never good at geography.
Besides, remembering all those dates, I’ve never used it since!