tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9726570.post2375037475403383129..comments2023-10-15T04:06:47.794-04:00Comments on Tales of a 9th grade Tuba Player: An Open Lettersusansinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12902873240114986043noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9726570.post-31846738590173991212007-05-31T22:57:00.000-04:002007-05-31T22:57:00.000-04:00You were far kinder than I would've been under the...You were far kinder than I would've been under the circumstances. I have been known to scream (yes, scream) "Get your dog" followed by "Get your damn dog". I have dogs who are happy to meet strange dogs, I have dogs who would like to eat strange dogs, and I've had a few who are terrified of strange dogs. That's why we have leashes. Sometimes the pinch collars belong on the clueless owners.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9726570.post-79613799007593662022007-05-24T19:45:00.000-04:002007-05-24T19:45:00.000-04:00Lesson number 3,289 in why schools still need to t...Lesson number 3,289 in why schools still need to teach manners, awareness, and social skills. <BR/><BR/>I'm continually amazed at people's cluelessness, self-absorption, and general rudeness.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com