Which dictum, if you don't remember it from the movie, is "What we have here is a failure to communicate ..."
Yesterday, Rory and I had lunch. Over a burger and fish and chips, we blathered on a bit and, as such things often turn out, realized that words on the screen didn't quite convey what either of us meant to say. And that we were a lot closer in what we agreed upon than not.
Nice guy, Rory, and a most enjoyable meal. I'm looking forward to reading his book when it comes out.
Terminology can get esoteric, and sometimes my definition of a word doesn't match somebody else's, even though we are going in the same general direction.
We didn't agree on every minute detail of our personal philosophies, but at least one of us came away somewhat enlightened as to what was said versus what was meant, and that's always a good thing.
Meanwhile, on the home front, the dead hot tub -- it'll be Monday before the repair guy can come back out and fiddle with it -- has been joined by the dead clothes dryer. A different repair guy will be coming out Monday to have a look at that.
As Roseanne Roseannadanna used to say, "It just goes to show you, it's always something ... "
3 comments:
A slight correction, sir:
Cool Hand Luke's dictum was "sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand".
Just in front of: "Nobody can eat 50 eggs".
The failure to communicate was the road boss.
Gone senile at your age? Tsk, tsk.
Go watch it again.
On the lunch thing, probably a big point that I should address: I had thought that Rory said that his stuff worked and mine didn't.
Turns out what he meant wasn't that at all.
When push comes to shove, he said, he wouldn't guarantee his stuff would work, either.
Not quite the same comment I thought I heard.
Since nobody knows for certain what will transpire once the feces mates with the fan, I'm good with that.
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