To: cajungirl
So he sounds like he went off when she cried. Lesson for ladies,,try not to cry at security when your husband has a tendancy to go ballistic. He is a collosal whiner.
Well gee, I suppose he could have farted and asked for a beer.
As long as we are going to just make idiotic, blanket accusations (like: "he's a collosal whiner") maybe you are just the kind of person who enjoys having your breasts felt by strangers at the airport?
Sounds like you're not a collosal catch yourself, eh?
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12/21/2002 1:05:27 PM PST by
Jhoffa_
To: Jhoffa_
It is enlightening to me that you cannot defend this guy without bashing women on the thread. This isn't personal hoffa.
To: Jhoffa_
"As long as we are going to just make idiotic, blanket accusations (like: "he's a collosal whiner") maybe you are just the kind of person who enjoys having your breasts felt by strangers at the airport?
Sounds like you're not a collosal catch yourself, eh?"
Nice talk, Jhoffa. Sheesh. Personal insults do nothing to further your argument. They work differently than that. Feh!
To: Jhoffa_
Oh my dear, you are a rude boor. I would rather have my breasts screened than endure your insults. But since you did, I must reply. Obviously you have never been pregnant or you would be aware that pregnant women cry at everything. And all modesty is gone,,when you have been to the local sadist posing as a gyn, what you go thru is unbelievable and after doing so nothing upsets you ever again unless is is your husband acting like a boor. I suggest that his proper response to the perceived assault on his woman was for him to hug her, tell her it was over, and say "lets get on the plane dear away from this ASAP. And then be really nice to her. In other words, his macho display was not for her. It was for the men in the vicinity. And unfortunately the men were the kind who don't have to take crap off anyone. And as for whether I am a catch or not. I am in my 60's and have been caught for almost forty years by a man who would never make a scene at an airport thus getting us in soup. He would be softspoken, a gentlemen, pat me on the shoulder and say "Buck up dear". And he would die for me if necessary. This was not the place to make a "stand"...So there my dear. Consider yourself given a free lecture from a grandmother who knows the world a bit.
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