Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Still Undefeated In Staredowns!
Ever since Labor Day, I haven't uttered a word to my landlord. Back then he pissed me off and we had it out pretty loudly. Of course, he was dead wrong and quite lucky that I didn't open up a can of whoop-ass on him (though he benches like 350 lbs).
So yesterday, he waved hello to me while I was shoveling snow and I did my best to ignore him. Then he approached me to *apologize* without really admitting any blame. Well he did admit some, implying that his personal financial woes (read: upside-down on 4 homes, no income, and no cash) made him act in a way that he shouldn't have. And then he qualified it by suggesting that maybe I was *in a bad place* at the time as well. [I certainly wasn't. I was SHORT!]
EmptyHeadLandlord - I see your wife all the time....I see your kids....I see you all the time and don't want to have all this negativity.
And he stretched out his hand, which I shook, while I crossed the fingers of my other hand behind my back.
Here's ALL that I said throughout this 3 minute *conversation*:
CaptiousNut - It's good that you want to apologize, but I want to keep things the way they are. You continue to talk only to my wife and we'll maintain a strict professional relationship.
He lingered, repeated himself, suggesting he was on some *make amends* therapy and forced me to shake his hand again.
I was as uncordial as I could be and would say that I basically didn't accept his apology - why would I? You can't let people off that easy. What he did, without going into detail, was pretty darn bad.
Essentially what happened was this - he tried to stay pissed off at me but couldn't outlast the maestro. He, like many of my fellow pit traders, out-of-line family members, and other assorted Morons found out he was way over-matched in a war of wills. He blinked first.
Y'all should be aware that I can hold grudges, effortlessly, for decades - five months is nothing. Wow. That went by fast!