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Well, today was a momentuous occasion. For the first time, i was practically accused of being a child molester.
We went to a jam party that my sister-in-law held, which, besides family members, was attended by musicians with whom she's played before (she's a professional blues sax player). One of those guys brought his wife and little girl with him. She, Kim, sandollar17,
arian1, and i were in the pool playing throwing a ball around as her mother watched. After we left the pool, i performed my usual child-entertainment routine, which involves acting goofy, making faces, and a little serious conversation. She asked me to open up a plate of cookies that were tightly plastic-wrapped, so i did. Later, i went into the jam room (which is not where the musicians were playing, ironically, as they had set up in the back patio), because even after all these years, i'd never been there. After a minute, she followed me in, and we talked a little bit more. Then her dad showed up and loudly insisted she go out to the kitchen with him. Nonplussed, i stayed where i was and shrugged it off, until i heard him scolding her, "I told you not to fucking talk to strangers."
Man, wasn't i just complaining recently about people who curse in front of their kids? And this jerkoff cursed AT his kid! Wow! I'm glad that i inspire such confidence in random people. I go outside later and the little girl is crying her head off in her mom's arms as the dude is clearly still ranting about it. So i tell Kim about it, and she says i should tell her sister, so i do. She's surprised and maybe a little appalled. It turns out she barely knows this guy, and has only played a couple of gigs with him.
Kim and i decide to get out of here, so while she's getting our stuff together, i put my stuff in the car, and i can see that they are leaving. So i kinda stare at the dude as he opens the gate for his wife, but then he doesn't get in the truck with her (turns out he had to get his gear together). I guess they just wanted to take her somewhere safe. I go back into the house, and after a little while he comes in and fucking confronts me:
"What were you doing with my daughter in there?"
"Uh, i was in there and she followed me in. We were talking."
"I'm gonna tell you man, if there's anything weird with her—"
Oh, man, i guess i saw it coming, but i didn't really think he was really gonna go there. "Hey, what are you insinuating, man?"
"Look, i was just a little freaked out, okay? But if anything weird happens to her, i'm gonna dust you."
I just gaped at him. "Look, man, this is a family affair. I'm S's brother-in-law, okay? I guess we haven't been properly introduced."
"Yeah! That's right!" Like that's exactly his point or something.
I stick out my hand. "My name's Ron. Pleasure." He kinda stares at me like grew another head and shakes, but says nothing. Maybe it's dawning on him just how much of a fucking moron he's made of himself. I press on, "What's your name?" He mumbles it. I tell him, "You know, what i really didn't like was that you cursed in front of your daughter."
"Well, yeah, i was a little freaked out."
"Yeah? Well, next time, don't curse at her, curse at me, OK?"
He looks at me sideways and starts to turn away. "Oh, you don't want that."
"Well, i don't think she wanted that, either." He finished his walking-away move.
At this point, i've got the "i need an ass to kick" shakes going on. I tell Kim, she insists i tell S, which i do. She apologizes to us and condemns jerkoff boy's actions. She mentions that he needs a couple of slugs of tequila before he can work up the courage to sing and play.
What kind of paranoid alcoholic fuck brings his little girl to a party full of strangers? Where the fuck does he get off on scaring the fuck out of his own flesh and blood and throwing around serious accusations at people he's never fucking met? (The kind that has a sticker on his rear truck window that says "BLANCO BASURA", obviously.) If he was concerned about what could be happening, he shoulda come into the room and talked to me while keeping his little girl close to his side, and reminding her later, when i was WELL OUT OF FUCKING EARSHOT, ASSHOLE, that she shouldn't talk to strangers. And threatening to "dust" me? "Bad" rone still wishes i'd've gotten in his face about that. But i played it all well. I was a credit to my parents and a role model to the youngsters who, sadly, did not see my gracious performance under pressure.
Fuck, i had to have a session with my pillow to get the shakes out and i'm gonna have to go for another one now. Makes me think of the bit in "The Dosadi Experiment" with the Wreave and the small animal.
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Date: 2005-06-26 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 03:15 am (UTC)I'm sorry this had to happen, and I'm sorrier that the little girl has this complete jerk-off for a father.
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Date: 2005-06-26 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 03:50 am (UTC)Yes, we also speculated on the quality of his parenting. Maybe his wife will get tired of putting up with his drunken act and divorce his ass.
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Date: 2005-06-26 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 05:11 am (UTC)I'm so sorry, Ron, that this happened at out house. We want our FAMILY to always feel welcome at our house more than anyone else at ANY time, and I feel terrible that this happened. My mom feels awful, too. She wanted this to just be a really cool event for everyone.
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Date: 2005-06-26 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 05:48 am (UTC)Did he actually use the words 'dust you'? Does anybody talk like that outside of the movies? I'm kind of surprised he didn't also ask if you considered him to be a clown, and whether or not he amused you.
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Date: 2005-06-26 06:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-06-26 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 06:32 am (UTC)You are one of the good guys.
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Date: 2005-06-26 07:19 am (UTC)I love you.
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Date: 2005-06-26 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 08:19 am (UTC)In the words of Eddie Murphy quoting Richard Pryor on what to tell Bill Cosby if he ever called Eddie Murphy to complain about inappropriate languge:
"If he calls again, tell him to call me so _I_ can tell him to fuck off!"
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Date: 2005-06-26 08:22 am (UTC)gah.
Date: 2005-06-26 09:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 09:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 10:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 12:53 pm (UTC)You rule the school
Date: 2005-06-26 12:55 pm (UTC)They say people accuse they things they are guilty of - and well, he is a sort of child abuser - cursing at your children can be very much like beating them - his actions are going to erode the kids self esteem.
He justifies it as being a concerned parent - which he may well be. Maybe his extreme responses to his daughter are a reaction to exactly how helpless or inept he feels at doing the job of parenting - maybe he feels he can muscle his way through it.
To his credit, though, he did manage almost an apology in saying he was a little freaked out. I expect that in his neighborhood, that means "I know I'm overreacting". And "I'll dust you" more than likely means "I care about my kid, and I want you to know it despite my limited communication set and poor parenting skills - and while I'm on the subject, you're child entertainment act has enough charm that I, low-esteem dad, feel threatened that my child notices you." This guy needs to work some things out before he goes to jail for punching a clown or balloon animal maker.
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Date: 2005-06-26 03:53 pm (UTC)I don't trust balloon animal makers, though, `cause the balloons look like dicks, and clowns are just scary. OMG SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN
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Date: 2005-06-26 01:44 pm (UTC)http://www.schneier.com/blog/archives/2005/06/talking_to_stra.html
There was a public information film in the UK featuring a boy and his cat, with the line "Charly says, always tell your mummy before you go off somewhere", which is much better advice than not talking to anyone. It's cool too, since the Prodigy sampled it :-)
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Date: 2005-06-26 03:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-06-26 03:28 pm (UTC)What a Fuckhead, as my former friends used to say
Date: 2005-06-26 03:58 pm (UTC)Still a nasty scene and much stupidity on his part.
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Date: 2005-06-26 04:29 pm (UTC)Remember, U have the fans, D00D!
WTF
Date: 2005-06-26 04:51 pm (UTC)However, making joke just within earshot would have been totally acceptable. Something like "Hey S, can you turn that fan on? It's a little 'dusty' in here. Lets blow some of that shit outside." or "Hey Kim, you know, that reminds me, we haven't dusted in a while. Maybe we can get that guy to help?"
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Date: 2005-06-26 08:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-06-26 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-26 09:10 pm (UTC)A person who has been molested as a child would be more careful and probably would have not even brought their child to a jam session where they knew strangers and alcohol would be about. That's not to say that the girl wasn't completely safe at my sister's house. She was as safe as she could be. But the point I'm trying to make is that he didn't know that, and if he was really concerned about such a thing, he should have left her with a trusted baby sitter.
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