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That uncomfortable feeling
Apr. 1st, 2015 12:33 pmWhen you've let yourself down, and yet...
Today I had to have the vet's wife (office manager, assistant, etc.) stop by the house to give my big orange cat, Dash, an allergy shot. This time of year he gets itchy, and once he starts tearing his fur out with his teeth it's too late for anything I can do on my own (I had hoped we could get through it without medical intervention this year, but no).
So she came, he got his shot, she chatted a bit. And she started in on her hatred of Obama. I am not sure if she's a racist (though I tend to feel that all Obama-haters are, at least on some level), but I do know that she considers Faux News to be the arbiter of all that is Truth. Therefore Obama = All That Is Evol In 'Murica.
I did not engage. I did not refute (despite wanting to), I certainly did not agree, I just stopped chatting and waited. I feel like I should have pointed out that her insistence that he's never kept "his word about anything" is just... incorrect. And oftentimes he has been unable to make things happen because the Republicans have publicly stated that they would categorically refuse to make any legislation that he wanted, no matter how much it would benefit the country, simply because he wanted it. And they would much rather see America suffer than Obama succeed.
But here's the thing. I like my vet. He gives my critters excellent care. And his wife is frighteningly competent in all the things she does as his assistant. But, she also does the billing. And it would be well within her power to charge me more than she does. And yes, I could go to a different vet, but I don't want to.
So I just shut my mouth and wait to change the subject. (In this case, she said she'd heard we are supposed to get monster storms overnight. Massive thunderstorms, heavy rains, high winds. Right now it's all clear blue skies, gentle breeze and sunshine, but this is Ohio.)
Today I had to have the vet's wife (office manager, assistant, etc.) stop by the house to give my big orange cat, Dash, an allergy shot. This time of year he gets itchy, and once he starts tearing his fur out with his teeth it's too late for anything I can do on my own (I had hoped we could get through it without medical intervention this year, but no).
So she came, he got his shot, she chatted a bit. And she started in on her hatred of Obama. I am not sure if she's a racist (though I tend to feel that all Obama-haters are, at least on some level), but I do know that she considers Faux News to be the arbiter of all that is Truth. Therefore Obama = All That Is Evol In 'Murica.
I did not engage. I did not refute (despite wanting to), I certainly did not agree, I just stopped chatting and waited. I feel like I should have pointed out that her insistence that he's never kept "his word about anything" is just... incorrect. And oftentimes he has been unable to make things happen because the Republicans have publicly stated that they would categorically refuse to make any legislation that he wanted, no matter how much it would benefit the country, simply because he wanted it. And they would much rather see America suffer than Obama succeed.
But here's the thing. I like my vet. He gives my critters excellent care. And his wife is frighteningly competent in all the things she does as his assistant. But, she also does the billing. And it would be well within her power to charge me more than she does. And yes, I could go to a different vet, but I don't want to.
So I just shut my mouth and wait to change the subject. (In this case, she said she'd heard we are supposed to get monster storms overnight. Massive thunderstorms, heavy rains, high winds. Right now it's all clear blue skies, gentle breeze and sunshine, but this is Ohio.)
