I was sitting alone minding my own business at the end of
the tournament. Uppermost on my mind was a silly woman (GC) I played a couple
of hours before then. She always stirred up trouble, when facing me in a game.
Her ploy is to put the bag on the table when replenishing her rack, with the
opening facing her, and wait for my reaction. I would politely ask her to
observe the rule of handling the bag; albeit that the rule was phrased by a
linguistic retard. She would then make
some stupid utterance and ignore what I said. One of those days, I might refuse
to play her and put the TD on the spot; especially that the Vic committee have
been forewarned by an email, to which I had no response. I will discuss this in
another post.
I usually help with tidying up the hall at the end of any
tournament, even when a guest interstate. But on that day, I did not. So, while
peacefully sitting alone away from the crowd, another silly woman (CJ) came
rushing at me saying, “Thank you for your help”. She then dashed away without
waiting for a response, as if to say that she had overwhelmed me by her over-simplistic
remark.
In the final analysis, if I decided to continue to play this
silly scrabble, I have to swallow similar stupidity and suffer intellectual
indigestion.
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