What Is A Son Of A Bitch?

Sometimes we ask ourselves hard to answer questions, like, “What is a son of a bitch?”

Then we wax philosophic with metaphysical postulations, incomplete aphorisms and inconsistent sophism that make one more and more sure that the only true thing is that a picture is worth a thousand words.

In this photo, the guy on the right is a member of a bomb squad in midst of a deactivation.

The guy behind him, well, he’s a son of a bitch.

What Is A Son Of A Bitch

Stress Relief Exercise

If you are having a really rough day, here is a stress management technique that is sure to help.

The funny thing is that it actually works.

  1. Picture yourself near a stream in the mountains.
  2. Birds are softly chirping in the cool mountain air.
  3. No one knows this secret place.
  4. You are in total seclusion from the hectic place called the world.
  5. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.
  6. The water is crystal clear.
  7. You can easily make out the face of the person you are holding under the water.

See. You’re smiling already.

As I think back about the many people I worked with before retirement, there are a couple of people I dreamed about using this technique on.

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How To Handle A Self-Centered Jerk

An award should go to the Virgin Airlines gate attendant in Sydney for being customer focused, while making her point when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo.

A crowded Virgin flight was cancelled after one of their planes had been withdrawn from service. A single attendant was re-booking a long line of inconvenienced travelers.

Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said, I HAVE to be on this flight and it HAS to be NOW”.

The attendant replied, “I’m sorry sir. I’ll be happy to try to help you, but I’ve got to help these people first, and I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out.”

The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?”

Without hesitating, the attendant smiled and grabbed her public address microphone: “May I have your attention please, may I have your attention please,” her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal.

“We have a passenger here at Gate14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Gate 14.”

With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the Virgin attendant, gritted his teeth and said, “F… You!”

Without flinching she smiled and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to get in line for that too.”