Calendar Girl Blog: Put a bra on!!
It started out nice enough. Beautiful day, friendly crowd, groovy tunes, delicious food..you know....all the makings of a festival....this one, a private affair on Fourfolds Organic Farm. I headed out of town with my neighbours, our camping gear stuffed into my cars nooks and crannies, thinking if the vibe was right, we'd pitch our tents for the night and enjoy the peace and quiet of the countryside.
As the sun set, consensus dictated that camping was indeed an ideal way to end our adventure. So off we went to setup with the other dozen campers.
Warning: Never assume that other campers are seeking the same idyllic outcome as you.
Without going into the gory details of how loud, belligerent, drunk and long lasting the other tenters bad behavior was, or how they ignorantly dictated the entire 50 acre farms sleep or lack there of, let's just say that everyone who was not them was pissed off.
And yet no one said anything. Both fear and good ole Canadian politeness clogged us up.
Everyone but me that is.
In the morning, with gear packed up and on my back, I stopped by their tents to recommend that since they were in a field on an organic farm, it would be good if they picked up their cigarette butts, beer bottles and trash before they left. The dozen or so men and women looked at me with hungover eyes and said nothing.
Until I turned my back to walk away.
Then one of the guys yelled out, "Put on a bra."
Calendar Girl wonders. Would that be 'tit for tat'?
Calendar Girl
Braless but not brainless.
As the sun set, consensus dictated that camping was indeed an ideal way to end our adventure. So off we went to setup with the other dozen campers.
Warning: Never assume that other campers are seeking the same idyllic outcome as you.
Without going into the gory details of how loud, belligerent, drunk and long lasting the other tenters bad behavior was, or how they ignorantly dictated the entire 50 acre farms sleep or lack there of, let's just say that everyone who was not them was pissed off.
And yet no one said anything. Both fear and good ole Canadian politeness clogged us up.
Everyone but me that is.
In the morning, with gear packed up and on my back, I stopped by their tents to recommend that since they were in a field on an organic farm, it would be good if they picked up their cigarette butts, beer bottles and trash before they left. The dozen or so men and women looked at me with hungover eyes and said nothing.
Until I turned my back to walk away.
Then one of the guys yelled out, "Put on a bra."
Calendar Girl wonders. Would that be 'tit for tat'?
Calendar Girl
Braless but not brainless.
posted by Sue Richards at 12:49 PM
1 Comments:
Sue,
Sorry you had to endiure that. I hear that insult occasionally. I suspect it is the last refuge for those unable to put two ideas together in their heads.
Often the best way to deal with insults is to embrace them. Bra free and proud of it.
Michael
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