Wanna know what a “low blow” is to a Louie-Louie Lad with a pilot’s license?
“You could practice your landings … ”
Now when I said that, the wind had kicked up and our landing at a nearby airport (for lunch – the main reason Louie-Louie Lads fly) … anyway, that landing got a little exciting. For me. I DO NOT LIKE BUMPS WHEN I FLY. Oh, it wasn’t bad – just a tad more exciting then I like. So I made the aforesaid low blow statement. And ever since then, every time anything awkward happens, I get a look. That look is nearly as bad as a low blow.
But it’s not my fault Miss T (the plane’s serial number ends in a T) found it necessary to flounce down the runway a bit more exuberantly than normal. After all, if that nice Louie-Louie Lad HAD practiced more, maybe we wouldn’t … well, never mind.
Low blows tend to make Louie-Louie Lads rather ratchetty. They do not like being reminded that they really should practice some stuff more than others. Like: I know he knows how to run the lawnmower – but why would he want to mow across the electric cord? And: if you run that lawnmower at an angle across our back yard, you really better hold on ‘cause the slope is really steep and of you’re not careful … oh, you tipped over?
See? It gets better as time goes on. Louie-Louie Lads have a creed which says: “Do not learn from experience.” I guess it’s because that would take all the fun out of life. Right?
Hence the low blows …
When it comes to “low blows” — sometimes, discretion is the better part of valor. Many the time I have counted to ten (well, truth be told, at least five!) and then breathed out slowly to avoid making a snarky comment.
WW, you’re a terrific writer.