Post by 181lizard on Feb 12, 2007 15:12:28 GMT -5
At the Shady Rest Retirement Community in New Orleans, a group got together every morning to eat & converse about the daily things going on in their lives.
One of the things served every single morning was the great southern tradition of Grits. Sam...a resident of many years, ate them every morning with brown sugar & butter. Another resident, George, who had only been there about a year & a half, ate them the more traditional way with a little butter & salt & pepper.
One beautiful spring morning, the group was a little more animated than normal & George decided he was going to "clear the air" about a subject he'd been getting upset over. He told Sam "You are an idiot! You eat your grits with brown sugar & butter. Everybody knows, you're not supposed to eat them that way! How could you disrupt this facility by eating them in that manner?
Sam was stunned at the anger in George. Everything got real quiet at the table. Sam asked George what his problem was & George got so angry that he started yelling at everyone. "If you all sit there & let Sam continue to eat his grits that way...then you ALL are idiots! How could all of you allow this to continue?"
All were stunned at the attack he made on all of them. Pretty soon, the only one left at the table was George.
The next day...they all gathered at the same table. Conversation was stiff. Sam got his bowl of grits & started to eat it in his normal fashion. George, once again, started in on Sam. Telling him that anyone that eats that way oughtta be shot and that it was going against everything to be a southern gentleman.
Sam had enough & told George, "You musta fallen on your head when you were little cause man...you talkin crazy! Shut the hell up & leave me to eat my grits the way I want to!" , but George wouldn't let it go...he kept on with the snide remarks. Others in the group started getting tired of George too. A couple of them even tried to talk to him about his diatribes...but to no avail.
One person, stopped George in the hallway as they were passing. He was angry at George for stirring up so much crap with everyone & decided to give him a good ol Texas dust up! There was no one else present when he stopped him & he thought he would save George the embarrassment of being called out in public as he felt he had a lot to say.
Well,,,George started yelling out loud..."Hey everyone! This guy is pickin on me! Look how crazy this person is! Poor me! I didn't do nothin to him!" A hall monitor had to break them up & send them to their rooms. Other members, over the next few days, tried to talk to George & tell him "enough was enough." But George wasn't willing to let it go. He would even stop at tables on the other side of the room at lunchtimes & say out loud "Just want to let everyone know...people round here don't eat their food the right way! Only people that eat grits with butter, salt & pepper are doing it right! Anyone else ought to be hung by their toes!"
Pretty soon...people stopped talking to George. They stopped listening to him too, even though he was a very knowledgeable man & had lots of wisdom & humor still left inside him. No one looked him in the eye any more cause they didn't want to hear any more of his crap. They were tired.
One day...George didn't come to breakfast. Not one person asked where he went. They were all glad there was no one to talk about grits anymore.
Moral of the story?
You figure it out. ;D A caveman could!
One of the things served every single morning was the great southern tradition of Grits. Sam...a resident of many years, ate them every morning with brown sugar & butter. Another resident, George, who had only been there about a year & a half, ate them the more traditional way with a little butter & salt & pepper.
One beautiful spring morning, the group was a little more animated than normal & George decided he was going to "clear the air" about a subject he'd been getting upset over. He told Sam "You are an idiot! You eat your grits with brown sugar & butter. Everybody knows, you're not supposed to eat them that way! How could you disrupt this facility by eating them in that manner?
Sam was stunned at the anger in George. Everything got real quiet at the table. Sam asked George what his problem was & George got so angry that he started yelling at everyone. "If you all sit there & let Sam continue to eat his grits that way...then you ALL are idiots! How could all of you allow this to continue?"
All were stunned at the attack he made on all of them. Pretty soon, the only one left at the table was George.
The next day...they all gathered at the same table. Conversation was stiff. Sam got his bowl of grits & started to eat it in his normal fashion. George, once again, started in on Sam. Telling him that anyone that eats that way oughtta be shot and that it was going against everything to be a southern gentleman.
Sam had enough & told George, "You musta fallen on your head when you were little cause man...you talkin crazy! Shut the hell up & leave me to eat my grits the way I want to!" , but George wouldn't let it go...he kept on with the snide remarks. Others in the group started getting tired of George too. A couple of them even tried to talk to him about his diatribes...but to no avail.
One person, stopped George in the hallway as they were passing. He was angry at George for stirring up so much crap with everyone & decided to give him a good ol Texas dust up! There was no one else present when he stopped him & he thought he would save George the embarrassment of being called out in public as he felt he had a lot to say.
Well,,,George started yelling out loud..."Hey everyone! This guy is pickin on me! Look how crazy this person is! Poor me! I didn't do nothin to him!" A hall monitor had to break them up & send them to their rooms. Other members, over the next few days, tried to talk to George & tell him "enough was enough." But George wasn't willing to let it go. He would even stop at tables on the other side of the room at lunchtimes & say out loud "Just want to let everyone know...people round here don't eat their food the right way! Only people that eat grits with butter, salt & pepper are doing it right! Anyone else ought to be hung by their toes!"
Pretty soon...people stopped talking to George. They stopped listening to him too, even though he was a very knowledgeable man & had lots of wisdom & humor still left inside him. No one looked him in the eye any more cause they didn't want to hear any more of his crap. They were tired.
One day...George didn't come to breakfast. Not one person asked where he went. They were all glad there was no one to talk about grits anymore.
Moral of the story?
You figure it out. ;D A caveman could!
