There’s this thing about authority figures. I don’t really…um…well. I don’t see them as Special. They’re humans who poop and make mistakes and probably watch reality TV when no one is around. Now, having said that…
Last night the owner of the company Terry works for came over for dinner. I thought it went really well. We conversed. He brought up the issue of a nastygram I wrote to him a while back, because I was troubled by the hours Terry was working and kinda needed to Stand Up For Mah Man. I told him I was harsh in the letter and apologized for the way it was worded. He teased me about it, we talked it over. I got his perspective and he got mine. I think it all worked out. Terry was mortified.
I did not intend to mortify Terry. I respect Terry more than anyone on the planet. More than the owner of the company who employs him, more than the Pope or ANYONE. And yet, I mortified him. I won’t go into deep details but I totally see Terry’s perspective, why he was so troubled and I wish I hadn’t said the things I said that bothered him so much. But, I can’t go back. All I can hope now is that The Owner will recognize that Terry’s wife is opinionated, mouthy, and not one who kowtows to Authority. Because I don’t.
However, generally speaking I think the evening went well. The Owner is a pleasant man and a good conversationalist (plus he sent me a BIG bouquet of beautiful flowers and brought a bottle of wine which was delicious but subsequently upset both our stomachs so we were up all night fretting like people do when they’re up all night but don’t know why). I am totally inviting him again, especially now that I know his dietary restrictions and can cook food he can eat.
I promised The Owner and Terry that I would never bring up the topic of The Letter ever again. I told The Owner I hoped he’d come eat with us again soon and he said he’d like that very much. Statesboro has little to offer unless you love BBQ or fast food,and he’s up here about 2 weeks of the month.
I feel a need to redeem myself in Terry’s eyes.