What unintended lesson have you learned from a well-meaning relative?
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. . .here are my thoughts.
What unintended lesson have you learned from a well-meaning relative?
We’ve all heard—or God forbid, used—the classic pick-up line:
“Did it hurt … When you fell from heaven?”
The young lady (‘cause let’s be honest, only dudes use pickup lines this corny) assumes you’re telling her how saintly and beautiful she is—as if created by the Almighty himself and bestowed upon the undeserving wretches of society. Her vocal inflection signifies she’s going to be polite while gently shutting down any further advances. She pauses for a split second after her obligatory “Thank you.” Just as the inevitable “But …,” exits her once angelic mouth, you interrupt what you claim to be her having interrupted you. “Allow me to finish …”
“… When you fell from Heaven and hit every branch of the ugly tree on your way down?”
You’re not about to be turned down by some beauty in the Majors while you’re down in Single-A! You knew your Hail Mary had virtually no chance of success, so you employed the old compliment-insult open-faced sandwich approach you learned from your aunt who tried setting you up on a blind date with “A nice girl from church …”