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Here we go!

Came today. I was starting to get worried. I mean, it’s not much use in deep red Tennessee, but you gotta do your part.

I just sat through a four and a half hour meeting of the steering committee of my art club. Oh, my friends, you haven’t lived until you’ve watched two elderly English women set an ambush for a third.

My bottom hurts. I have earned every drop of my G&T tonight.

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Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: September 23, 2024, 7:56 pm

Ambush… by two elderly English women?

Is it anything like House of Cards (1990 television series, British)


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: September 23, 2024, 9:52 pm

You torment us with such a juicy tidbit. Did the third English woman deserve the ambush? This snooty art club—is it the one you had to audition for? (Honestly—that really is snooty.) I am starved for gossip.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: September 23, 2024, 10:10 pm

Oh, my sympathetically achin’ coccyx! I imagine the actual steering part of the meeting was maybe 20 minutes, right? I’m with @Deborah HH — I’m dying to know not only did the ambushee deserve it, but also (a) what she did to provoke it, and (b) who won?

@Stoaty, here’s gratis one of my single-use excuses for bailing out of meetings: blame diarrhœa. Blame it vociferously as you’re rushing out the (digital) door.


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: September 23, 2024, 11:17 pm

I perfected my meeting escape mechanism some years back. Set an alarm on your phone using an alarm tone identical to your ring tone to go off about 20 minutes into the meeting.

When the phone (alarm) rings grab the phone and turn off the alarm and put the phone to your ear. Say, “Just wait a minute!” Into the phone and look ANGRY. Say to your meeting neighbor, I’m really sorry; I’ll be right back.” Be sure to be a little wild- eyed. Important: leave your notebook and your pen. Never return.

Later, when someone brings you your notebook amd pen, and asks, “What was all that about?” Just say bitterly, “Christ (or some appropriate expletive substitute) – you don’t even want to know”.

But for this one, I think I’d have been back as soon as the popcorn was ready!


Comment from PatAZ
Time: September 23, 2024, 11:39 pm

My brother lived in Smithville for many years. In fact his youngest daughter still lives there. It’s a small world for sure.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: September 23, 2024, 11:54 pm

General reminder re: meetings. If it is at all possible that jobs and responsibilities will be assigned during a meeting, DO NOT BAIL OUT. Otherwise, da Man will fsck wid u.


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: September 24, 2024, 1:36 am

Oh oh, I can easily imagine the ambush.
Mrs D and I are graduates of the Midsomer Murders Academy.

I do hope it was about flowers, or costumes, or someone taking more than their space in an allotment, or some old cougar monopolizing the handsome young unmarried vicar’s time.

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