By Larry Yeo
“Let’s take a hypothetical case,” said the young instructor to a group of young and zealous mothers. You could tell he was highly trained, for he had the undivided attention of the five ladies present. I was impressed.
“Say you have an acquaintance come to your home and he puts his feet up on your mahogany coffee table. How would you handle the situation?
“I would ask him if he would like a cup of coffee,” one lady answered tentatively.
“Would you not be evading the question?” queried our composed analyst.
“I’d get a magazine and place it under his feet,” answered a second.
“Were you trying to embarrass him?” the instructor asked.
“At least he wouldn’t scratch the coffee table,” I said. I thought this made sense. Our instructor paid no attention to my words of wisdom.
He went on to the next lady, who said, “I’d invite him to look at the rest of the house.”
“Perhaps he would get the wrong idea,” said our leader, “you being home alone and your husband at work.”
“Why don’t you ask him to put his feet down?” I said, becoming a bit frustrated with all this pussy-footing.
Our instructor again ignored me, and went directly to the next lady, who was hesitating to speak.
“I’d, I’d, I’d ask him if he was comfortable,” she blurted.
“Now that’s the dumbest answer I’ve heard yet!” I said.
Our instructor – I use the term loosely – again ignored me and went on to the last lady as nonch alan tly as if I wasn’t even present.
“I’d look embarrassed,” she declared.
She’d do that very well, I thought.
And now, sir, you tell these ladies how you would handle the situation,” he said, looking at me as if he had discovered me in his group for the first time.
“I’d tell the sonnavabitch to get his feet off my coffee table!” I yelled. “How else can you teach this slob some manners?”
“Don’t you think you might change the relationship between you and the visitor?” the instructor asked in a quiet but nervous tone.
“I would hope so,” I replied.
“Now, let’s take another hypothetical question,” said our hypothetical leader after a long pause.
“How would you get the last fellow to put his feet down,” queried a couple of the ladies impatiently.
“Well, I wouldn’t do as this gentleman has suggested,” he replied.
This was the first firm statement, negative as it was, the fellow had made so far. These fellows are living in a hypothetical environment. I don’t think he had the foggiest idea how he’d get the guy’s feet off the coffee table.
“Let’s say a man walks into your yard and you have an angry looking dog that could possibly bite you visitor. How would you handle the situation?”
I was pleased that he should ask this question, for I have such a dog. I knew the answer to this one.
“I would call off the dog,” said lady number one.
“Would you not be saying that the dog is cross? Would this give your visitor confidence? The instructor responded.
“I’d say the dog wasn’t cross,” said the second lady.
“Would you not be untruthful?” asked our double-negative friend.
“The dog is cross,” I interjected.
“I’d say the dog is cross,” said lady number three, picking up on my statement.
“That’s what I said – the dog is cross.”
“Are you trying to scare your visitor?” the instructor said, paying no attention to what I’d said.
“I’d hold the dog,” said the fourth lady.
“Are you not saying, ‘state your business and leave,’” he replied.
“I’d be very embarrassed,” said our fearful fifth.
“Is that an answer?” I demanded.
She must have led a very sheltered life, I thought.
“Now, sir, you can tell these ladies how it should be done,” the instructor said, his voice changing to a higher pitch. He was emotional, I could tell, in an unemotional way.
“I’d put my visitor at ease,” I declared.
“How would you do that,” inquired our fearful fifth.
“Well, I’d state that my dog bites a very low percentage of visitors.”
“My God, that wouldn’t put me at ease!” exclaimed number three.’’
“If I interfered, wouldn’t I be imposing my values on my dog?” I replied.
“But he’s only a dog!” cried our instructor, throwing up his hands in exasperation.
Some people show no sensitivity to the situation, I thought.
“My dog uses some very sophisticated instincts,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to confuse his natural intelligence.”
“But someone may get bitten!” he cried again, continuing to gesticulate.
“My dog only bites people I’d bite if I were a dog,” I said.