Help, Is There a Smart Ass In the House?
Summary: Everyone needs a smart ass friend who will just tell it like it is.
This story takes place two years ago at Blue Ball Park. Yes, that’s a funny name, and no it isn’t the real name. The real name is Anna Jean Cummings. I know, not much better.
The common name is a slang term for vasocongestion of the testicles due to prolonged and unsatisfied sexual excitement, and the official name sounds like a James Bond girl or perhaps a humorous name to use for a crank call.
Either way, the county was doomed to have a name charged with sexual innuendo.
Blue Ball Park gets its name from the giant eight foot diameter blue concrete balls they installed all over the park. The park has some majestic hills and they scattered them around to make it look like they are moving downward. It’s a cool effect and it’s a signature feature of the park. Hence the name Blue Ball.
Anyway, back to the story.
My daughter loves dogs, but only the concept of dogs. She has a large selection of stuffed dogs and lots of extras including a dog dish, a couple of leashes, some chew toys and a dog bed. She frequently sets up elaborate pet shop scenarios and will dress up like a dog from time to time herself.
When she’s in dog character she’ll walk around on all fours, bark, eat from her bowl, play fetch, and will nuzzle up to you to have her head scratched.
However, she’s afraid of real dogs. Well, not so much afraid as uncomfortable around them. Anxious, you could say.
Now Blue ball park has a lot of dogs – some on leashes, some running free.
One day one comes up to my daughter pretty quickly the way dogs tend to do. She naturally freezes up and I step in to help her relax.
“Oh you don’t have to worry about my dog, she’s very friendly”
“I’m sure she is but my daughter’s nervous around dogs”
“Oh, but my dog is great around children. She would never hurt anyone.”
“That’s probably true, but my daughter doesn’t like dogs coming up to her.”
“It’s ok, you can pet her. She’s very friendly.”
As expected my daughter is still stiff and uncomfortable and in no hurry to pet her dog. I’m also losing my patience with this woman.
“Look, I know your dog is probably great, but my daughter is not comfortable around dogs and every child who’s had their face ripped off by a neighborhood dog has the same story. The dog is always friendly, has never hurt anyone in the past, but for some reason the dog just snapped this time and attacked. I’m not going to force my daughter to pet your dog to prove how safe and wonderful she is.”
At this point the woman takes this as a personal challenge. An affront to her dog’s benign character.
“My dog is the absolute sweetest dog. She’s grown up with all three of my children and I’ve never once worried about their safety. They’ve known her their whole life. They love her and she’s part of the family!”
Just then my surf buddy chimes in.
“So, did the dog breast feed your kids too?”
She stopped dead in her tracks. There was a few seconds of silence and then she walked away with her dog.
Everyone needs a smart ass friend who has the balls to just say the stuff most people only think.
Logic, reason, and politeness were the wrong tools for the job in this situation. She needed a good old fashioned smart ass remark to shut her down. A verbal beat down on the playground.
My buddy provided the honors.
I still smile every time when I think of that day and the image of her dog breast feeding her children.
File Under: Reason and Logic Versus Smart Ass Remarks – Choosing the Right Verbal Tool for The Job – Dealing With Overzealous Dog Owners Who Can’t Separate Their Egos from Their Dog’s