Recently I met a waitress who once worked at Aw Shucks on Lower Greenville until about 14 years ago. Aw Shucks was owned by a guy named Dirty Bob and his partner Sam.
After Dirty Bob died, Sam sold Aw Shucks and now runs Fish on Fire near Belt Line/Preston.
I asked the waitress why they called him Dirty Bob, and she rolled her eyes and said he was a terrible mess, that you never knew what offensive thing he was going to come up with next.
She said one day two women were at Aw Shucks and one of the women had enormous breasts, and the other was extremely pretty, so Dirty Bob walked up to the table and said "now if we could have your tits to go along with her face, we'd have the perfect woman."
She said she liketa died of embarrassment, and comped the meal for both women.
Bringing up the subject of brazen tactlessness gives me the opportunity to say something I've been wanting to own up to here for a long time.
Despite my pretenses of being the brassy sort, I can be waaaay too much of a soft touch. I tend to take everyone at face value until given reason to regard them otherwise. Sometimes, though, I say things which may give the opposite impression-- that I'm a ruthless and withering critic. Every once in a while I think of something I've written in the blog which was intended as an archly self-deprecating remark, but which may have read as a dig at someone other than myself. I really hate to hurt anyone's feelings, and I generally take pains to try to avoid doing so. One of the problems of communicating purely via text is that tone can be very difficult to convey. All of this is by way of saying that if I've said something which offended you, most likely it was not intended to be so. If someone takes umbrage at a careless remark I've made, then I appreciate the opportunity to clarify my thoughts on the subject.
Some things such as my right to defend myself with a firearm or to speak my mind are not things I will ever apologize for, though.
Have a nice day.