You wanna throw-down, old man?
I got into it with an old man last Sunday night at Webster Groves Volleyball.
I love this story. He hates it. You'll love it too.
During our last set, one individual on our team had to leave but didn't bother to tell anyone. By the time the next game was starting, we realized that we were one player short (but not really, because he really needs to develop his game). So we needed a few seconds to try and figure out where to place everyone which I thought was more than reasonable. It was Sunday night, 8:35pm and allegedly, the old man was on some sort of schedule.
Old Man: *mind you, he's yelling this* "Come on! We haven't got all night! You've got 6 players on the court so I don't see what the problem is! Come on, let's play!"
That's all I fucking needed.
Fed-up Me: "I'll tell you what the problem is. One of our players left and didn't bother to let us know that he was leaving so if you could exercise a little patience, we can get this squared away. I'm sorry that this is taking 30 seconds away from your life."
I pay my entry fee just like everyone else and I didn't care that he is some sort of facet that's been playing there for years. I refuse to be disrespected especially over something as minor as this.
It turns out that he's not the only one with a chip on his shoulder. There are a few older gentlemen who have this attitude when someone on their own team makes a mistake on the court, they follow it up with a look of disapproval and disgust. Three or four plays later, they'll make a similiar mistake and that's okay, I suppose.
The majority of the individuals in this group are good people though so I'll continue to participate each Sunday night. Except this Sunday night which is when I'll be in Indy at kevinduran's where annnettte will be spanking my naughty bottom.
I love this story. He hates it. You'll love it too.
During our last set, one individual on our team had to leave but didn't bother to tell anyone. By the time the next game was starting, we realized that we were one player short (but not really, because he really needs to develop his game). So we needed a few seconds to try and figure out where to place everyone which I thought was more than reasonable. It was Sunday night, 8:35pm and allegedly, the old man was on some sort of schedule.
Old Man: *mind you, he's yelling this* "Come on! We haven't got all night! You've got 6 players on the court so I don't see what the problem is! Come on, let's play!"
That's all I fucking needed.
Fed-up Me: "I'll tell you what the problem is. One of our players left and didn't bother to let us know that he was leaving so if you could exercise a little patience, we can get this squared away. I'm sorry that this is taking 30 seconds away from your life."
I pay my entry fee just like everyone else and I didn't care that he is some sort of facet that's been playing there for years. I refuse to be disrespected especially over something as minor as this.
It turns out that he's not the only one with a chip on his shoulder. There are a few older gentlemen who have this attitude when someone on their own team makes a mistake on the court, they follow it up with a look of disapproval and disgust. Three or four plays later, they'll make a similiar mistake and that's okay, I suppose.
The majority of the individuals in this group are good people though so I'll continue to participate each Sunday night. Except this Sunday night which is when I'll be in Indy at kevinduran's where annnettte will be spanking my naughty bottom.