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Show hLn n I ET EEVE NOTHING annoys me more than a "perhapser." You generally meet "perhapsers" at parties or some other type of social gathering. You're Introduced by a mutual friend who leaves the two of you alone and wanders off. It takes but a moment or two to discover that neither of you have anything In common. He thinks your hobby is a time-waster. The clubs you belong to don't carry their weight of the civic burden. He thinks your views on politics are antiquated. In a situation like this, it doesn't take long for your side to run out of polite conversation. Yet, he goes on, and on, and on, until you come to deride that he's really a friendly and well - meaning fellow even though you can't agree with a word he says. Mind you, this is not the only type of "perhapser." You And all kinds, even those who agree with everything you say. This type often leaves you with the impression they would make an excellent next-door next-door eighbor. "Perhapser" traits are never evident when you first meet such individuals. You never know for sure until you have spoken t-. them two or three times on the street, in the local cafe, or some other public place. Perhaps your greeting greet-ing was acknowledged, perhaps it wasn't . . . that's where they get the name. The only way I know to deal with "perhapsers" is to play baseball with them. Allot one strike for each t;me you meet them and speak. If you fail to get a response in three tries, put 'em out of your league. |