Shooting off my mouth

Shooting off my mouth.
I haven’t really offended anyone by shooting off my mouth in a long time. Today I went through a meditation that seems to indicate that this is the time, though if I were wise (as old coots are supposed to be) or immune from criticism (as some old coots seem to be), it probably wouldn’t be a problem.

When I first moved south in 1970, I heard a phrase for the first time that quite puzzled me. After hearing it a few times I sorted it out. The meaning was – to behave obnoxiously, and to be stubborn and defiant, particularly with relatives or with very close friends. The phrase was “Showing your (or his, or her) ass."

Now when I think of that phrase (I have just spent the day out following the “return your gift” crowds, and shopping, and you might think I was prepared to deal with obnoxious shoppers or gift returners, which were out in large numbers today, but you would be wrong) I can only think that it must apply to about sixty percent of the women between sixteen and thirty years old who are bending over to pick up, put down or look for almost anything. ( I somehow wish that some magic process would drop 360 degree mirrors around women with pants that only come up a little way, and tops that only come down a little way, so that women were forced to see themselves all the way round -like they are in that fashion show What Not to Wear).

I have previously noted in this blog that I think most (if not all) women are beautiful. I truly admire women and enjoy seeing them do almost anything, but with today’s styles, even with the occasional butterfly or star tattooed in the appropriate (or inappropriate) place I can’t think of anything that irritates me more than an otherwise attractive female, "showing her ass” -physically, accidentally or on purpose.----- Maybe if I were fifty years younger??? Naaaaaaaa.
My female friend tell me that it doesn't even work for plumbers, and that is a years long tradition.