Dear Man Sitting Next To Me In the 6X6 Cabana,First, let me just say I'm not much of a sports fan either. I brought my son to play in this tennis match against your son because my husband had to work today. Fortunately, the sun is shining and it's a beautiful day for sitting outside. I brought my water bottle and a book, in case there was a delay in the match. Luckily, you and your son only arrived 10 minutes late, and since we arrived 20 minutes early (like the rules noted), I only had to sit and wait 30 minutes.
You seemed very preoccupied with your Blackberry, so I didn't interrupt you to introduce myself. However, it didn't take me long to get to know you. How hospitable of you to talk to your sister-in-law for 45 minutes on your cell phone. It was really nice of you to ask her how everyone was doing and to invite her and your brother and their kids over that evening for dinner. I'll bet she was really happy she didn't have to cook. Oh, and by the way, my son won the first set, 6-2.
I soon discovered you really weren't such a nice guy. Or at least your wife didn't think so, once you called her to tell her you had invited another family over for dinner that night. I'll bet she really appreciated it when you told her you weren't going to play these games with her. I guess she wasn't talking about strip poker, by the tone of your voice. Maybe she just wasn't in the mood to cook dinner for five unexpected guests.? I'm assuming you've pulled this crap before, by the way she yelled into your ear for another 10 minutes. May I suggest that the next time you scream, "We'll discuss this when I get home" and hang up on her, that you not do it in a small cabana at the local country club? It's rather embarrassing to those of us sitting two feet away.
Thanks for finally putting all the tech gadgets away to watch your son in the short tie breaker at the end. I couldn't help but notice that he had been looking up at you periodically the entire two hours, wondering if you were watching him. He seems like a really nice boy. And again, congratulations to him on the win. I hope it was some sort of consolation to him, considering you don't seem to be much of an interested father.
Sincerely,
Skinny Bitch To Your Right
Excellent. You should run off this post and give it to him. I feel bad for his kid. Really.
ReplyDeleteI met this guy last week, too. In fact, I've felt like writing him a similiar letter, too!
ReplyDeleteAlice,
ReplyDeleteChances are, I'll never see the man again. It was a USTA tournament and you usually never play the same kid twice. Thank God!
FADKOG,
Yup, there's a lot of these types out there!
And I thought hockey parents had a bad rep. Now there are Disengaged Passive Aggressive Tech-bully Tennis Dads/
ReplyDeleteWTF?
better yet, post it in the country club for all to see.
ReplyDeletethe nerve!
btw, a response to your comment:
i love it when you wait while a person checks everyone else's ID in your party then just waves you past.
You have been given a Blog Award. The rules said at least 7 people, and being an underachieving overachiever, I'm giving out 9.
ReplyDeleteCongrats. Good luck figuring out where to put it.
Trooper,
ReplyDeleteTennis seems to be the only sport where the parents are NOT yelling at their kids. I guess Mr. Oblivious needed someone to yell at, so he phoned home. And thank you for the award. When Blogger starts cooperating with me today, I will proudly display it here!
Taawd,
(btw, is that how the flirty girls say your name?) The bulletin board is a fantastic idea. My kid would kill me, however, and that would be the end of my satisfaction.
Rock it, skinny bitch! Your post made me shake my head, and laugh. That poor wife and kid.
ReplyDeleteGet him, skinny bitch!!!
ReplyDeleteDamn, what a shame. I feel so bad for his kid!
*smacks tuned-out Dad up side the back of his head*
What a jerk.
Boy, is it good to have you back LB! :)
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