To Scratch A Dog’s Ass
There has always been much controversy over evolution, even the heated arguments such as the Scope’s (Monkey) Trial around 1925. Reason being, of course, is most men, and women, do not want to be compared to a lowly animal, (religious differences aside that is).
Now, I hate to rattle cages here, but as far as I can see mankind, uhm, womankind? Humankind… personkind… whatever. Let’s just say that people are a whole more like animals than they want to admit. Never fear, I’m not going to cover every which way man… uhhh… people are like various animals, (i.e. some people look like monkeys, some are stubborn as mules, etc.)
I am just going to pick on one thing I’ve noticed over the years of my existence: If you scritch a dog’s ears, you’d better be ready to scratch his ass… or have a damned good reason why not.
Most people I’ve met are pretty much the same way. Well, I don’t mean you have to scratch their hind side or anything like that. What I’ve noticed about people is, that if you do one thing for them… they expect more. And more, and more…
I’ll give you a personal example of that. I was visiting New York City some years back and my wife and I were returning to our hotel when we decided to stop at a small convenience store just down the street; an indigent, homeless person, bum, whatever you want to call him, was standing near the door, he asked for my spare change, however much he didn’t care, he was hungry and needed food. (How many times have you heard that?). I reached in my pocket and pulled about $1.90 in loose change, (not a bad gimme), handed it over to him and then I went into the store. After Ma and I roamed around the store deciding what we wanted, we went to check out. Our favorite bum was already there with a bottle of wine on the counter, he was livid. “This bottle costs $2.30!” He screamed at me and, actually, the conversation was laced with profanity. “I need another 40 cents!” (Prices are guessed at, it was some time ago.) Well, the clerk came around and through the guy out and apologized to me for the outburst.
Now I know that that is an extreme, (but it is true), example, but these things happen to all of us every day, just, hopefully, not to that extent.
I work as a project manager for a sub-contractor in construction and, now and then, I will do a little favor for the contractor to make the project go a little smoother… at no charge. What happens next? He’ll call and ask for some other little favor, (free, of course)… okay, that’s cool. Then he wants a bigger favor; why sure, no problem. And then he has a cow when he receives the bill for that bigger favor; he just didn’t understand why I would do this and not that… for free.
That’s just the way some people are though, they get presumptuous about freebies and favors. I mean, some of you ladies may, just may, remember some guy you dated a few times and gave him a little sex on the… oh, let’s say the third date. Lo and behold, he wanted to jump your bones every time he got near you after that; right? Maybe a little handy sex in the car, (while he’s driving), or some, uhhhhm, oral stimulation in the garden at a party; yuppers... give a man a good show and he’s gonna want encores.
Men aren’t the only ones now so don’t get smug ladies, little kids and women can get greedy too. Mamma stops by with her kid and you give the kid an ice cream, and he’ll expect an ice cream every time he sees you after that. Feel generous one night and leave the waitress a big tip, better not go back if you’re a little short on cash the next time. I mean, if you just start out with a regular tip and do that time after time, that’s okay; but, you give a huge tip one time and a regular tip the next time, you’ll be a cheap skate in her eyes for ever after. I could go on and on but… well, let me conger up a few more… let me see. Never let a friend, (yes a friend), stay with you more than a night; you just might end up with a permanent guest… or a hostile enemy, mm hmm, there’s one. Oh, and what’s the old saying, “Neither a borrower or a lender be”, or something like that. Okay, I’ll stop.
I know this probably sounds like I’m just sounding off, and maybe I am; but I warn you, if you scritch a dog’s ears…
