A True Story
Another brief word, and then we can leave this tiresome subject alone ... but just in case anyone else ever gets ideas about going all Dr. Phil on my ass:
One time Chris and I were driving back from a vacation on Grand Isle. We stopped at a little sandwich and ice cream shop along Bayou Lafourche to get a bite to eat. Parked between our car and the nearby picnic area was a pickup truck with its bed half full of dead nutria. (Nutria are an invasive and destructive species, so the state put a bounty on them several years ago -- $4 or $5 a tail, I think.) It was a sunny day and they were starting to get a little ripe, but no big deal; it's a good way for bayou folks to make some extra cash.
We went inside and ordered food. And then we sat down to wait for it. And there was a TV up in the corner. And Dr. Phil was on it. I had read about him and thought he sounded incredibly annoying, but this was the first time I'd seen his show. I sat with my back to it, but I could still hear his horrible hectoring voice as he berated some stupid teenager for acting like a stupid teenager. I could still see his maliciously glittering little eyes. He was so intrusive that I even imagined I could smell his stinky breath filtering through his mustache as he ranted. I wanted to ask the employees to turn off the TV, but they were obviously watching it and I didn't like to be rude. So, in order to get away from him, I took my grilled cheese sandwich outside and ate it in the picnic area next to the truck bed full of stinky dead nutria.
That's how I feel about Dr. Phil.
One time Chris and I were driving back from a vacation on Grand Isle. We stopped at a little sandwich and ice cream shop along Bayou Lafourche to get a bite to eat. Parked between our car and the nearby picnic area was a pickup truck with its bed half full of dead nutria. (Nutria are an invasive and destructive species, so the state put a bounty on them several years ago -- $4 or $5 a tail, I think.) It was a sunny day and they were starting to get a little ripe, but no big deal; it's a good way for bayou folks to make some extra cash.
We went inside and ordered food. And then we sat down to wait for it. And there was a TV up in the corner. And Dr. Phil was on it. I had read about him and thought he sounded incredibly annoying, but this was the first time I'd seen his show. I sat with my back to it, but I could still hear his horrible hectoring voice as he berated some stupid teenager for acting like a stupid teenager. I could still see his maliciously glittering little eyes. He was so intrusive that I even imagined I could smell his stinky breath filtering through his mustache as he ranted. I wanted to ask the employees to turn off the TV, but they were obviously watching it and I didn't like to be rude. So, in order to get away from him, I took my grilled cheese sandwich outside and ate it in the picnic area next to the truck bed full of stinky dead nutria.
That's how I feel about Dr. Phil.
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