Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Ladies First?
I found this in a 1966 magazine at work:
"Lady's First"
Q: Why do ladies always go first? (From a teen-age boy)
A: It is simply a matter of courtesy. You may be surprised to learn that ladies do not always go first, however. It is a common mistake on the part of men to know when to go first themselves under certain circumstances. These are:
On the steps of a train in order to help the lady alight;
Through the corrider of a train, so taht he may open heavy doors;
Out of a taxi, so he may assist her in alighting;
Through a crowd, so he may make a path for her;
In a restaurant when there is no headwaiter to guide them to their seats;
Down stairs, to break her fall if she trips;
Into the theatre, if there is no usher;
Into a darkened room or any other place where a lady entering alone might have difficulty or encounter danger.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Life is a curious thing
It's funny, too. For instance: ever since I can remember, I've had brothers. And these brothers have always taken a long time in the bathroom. This has always annoyed me. Well, tonight, just now actually, I was about to get in the shower - but guess who's in the bathroom? However, because my brother is in the bathroom, and I can't take a shower, I now have time to blog. And now I'm someone contented. Funny, isn't it?
What's even funnier is the fact that I have absolutely nothing I want to share with you. Oh, there's plenty going on in my life. But nothing I want to share with people I hardly know. Actually, there is one thing in particular that I wish I could get off my chest. However, I couldn't possibly tell it to the one person who matters, because that would just be awkward. Because it kind of involves him a lot. Now, how can I pour my heart out to internet gurus, who don't care about my problems? Maybe I'll put them in the third person.
I have this friend....
You know what, never mind.
What's even funnier is the fact that I have absolutely nothing I want to share with you. Oh, there's plenty going on in my life. But nothing I want to share with people I hardly know. Actually, there is one thing in particular that I wish I could get off my chest. However, I couldn't possibly tell it to the one person who matters, because that would just be awkward. Because it kind of involves him a lot. Now, how can I pour my heart out to internet gurus, who don't care about my problems? Maybe I'll put them in the third person.
I have this friend....
You know what, never mind.
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