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Carol Perkins: Throwing Dishes The next earlier Carol Perkins column: Carol Perkins The Phil Donahue show. By Carol Perkins The only reason I don't throw dishes is that I would have to clean up the mess. I don't slam cabinet doors because I might tear them up. When I am fired up, I might like to hit something, but then I would just hurt myself. What do you do when you are extremely mad? Recently, I was engaged in conversation about the subject of how women show their anger compared to the way men do. Interesting comparison based on no research at all! Here goes: Some women pout. I am not a pouter, unless I am so mad that the less I say, the better. Keeping quiet can sometimes be misconstrued as pouting. I've never admired a pouting woman because she is so annoying. Ask a pouting woman what is wrong and she'll say, "Nothing" in that poor pitiful me voice. This "nothing" may go on for days. Men can vouch for that. Unlike most women, men need to hit things. That is why they play football. That is why they like demolition derbies, jumping off cliffs, and boxing. A man gets mad at his wife and goes to the barn. Next thing you know, he is kicking a dog out of the way or on his four-wheeler, racing through the woods at high speed, hoping she is watching and wringing her hands with worry. She usually is watching and thinking, "I married an idiot." Women are not by nature hitters. Yet, they are screamers and yellers and stompers. Notice I say "they" because I am not necessarily a screamer or a yeller, but I am a stomper. I can stomp through the house with the best! I am seldom mad at a person, but rather at circumstances or actions that I find inexcusable. For example, I have yet to drive through a fast food place and drive away with the order filled correctly. How hard is it to get a "plain" burger right? I will be precise about my order. "NO CHEESE. Just the meat and the bun." What happens? CHEESE. Gooey, melted cheese running down the side of my so-called plain hamburger! Too many times I have circled to the back of the line to return a wrong order, so now I check the bag. One day my plain burger had bacon on it. I asked about the bacon. "Oh, we put bacon on plain burgers (a certain kind)." News to me. I ate the bacon. Honestly, if the order is correct the first time, I celebrate by having an ice cream cone. I want to break dishes when I am having a conversation with someone who can't talk to me because he/she is too busy answering the cell phone. I want to slam cabinet doors when a clerk waits on me with an attitude. That reminds me of a person I call the "pit bull." She doesn't live here, so don't try to figure it out. She is protective of her boss, which I understand, but when I need to talk to this person about a job, the pit bull won't let me. I realize she is doing her job, but she doesn't have to do it with such an "I'll bite your leg off" attitude. I now know her day off, so I go when she isn't there and we're both happy! Today, I needed our new computer to be working properly; the new computer we bought for Uptown Designs because the one that was only a year old was evidently struck by lightning! So, not long after arriving at work, I realized I could not receive emails. I call the wonderful man who solves our problems, and through SCRTC, worked out the problem. Next, I couldn't get our software for our Anajet printer to work. Our tech friend returned. Next, I couldn't get a graphic program reinstalled after being promised by two tech people to send me an email. At the last ditch in the road, I grabbed the blue broom in the corner and beat it against the floor as if I were putting out a fire. In the midst of my tirade, a customer walked in and broke the "fit" I was having into laughter. The poor broom survived. The best way for me to resolve my anger is to write about it. I always told my students to write when they were upset and then tear it up. I write about mine and it goes in the paper. Good therapy! (Copies of Carol's second collection of her best articles, Let's Keep Talking About... are available at Uptown Designs, the Herald Office, the Chamber office, Wall-Works, Metcalfe Drugs, Nunn's Drugs, and the Lighthouse Restaurant. Carol will be signing her book daily at Uptown Designs on Hwy. 163 in Edmonton) This story was posted on 2010-12-05 08:04:09
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