I Don't

. . .bitch and whine if I don't get my way, in the immortal words of The Roots.

I absolutely did not get my way about a tiny matter this last week when another person and I found ourselves at an impasse. The terms he was offering did not work for me, and my terms were so unacceptable to him that he either experienced sudden onset temporary deafness or made believe he did not understand what I was saying--which I think would have made you laugh, had you overheard the conversation.

I told him what would work for me, and he made those mmmhmmm noises to indicate comprehension, then proposed an arrangement antithetical to my position statement.

Me: That's the exact opposite of what I'm saying.
He: Okay, so [repeats his opposing proposition].

So there you go. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him listen, and you certainly can't make him do what you want (unless you don't mind getting bucked off later).

In other news, tonight A. and B. and our friend S. and I are going to see Our Favorite President Ever. (Yes, the event will take place in a casino.) A. and B. plan to wear their Obama T shirts.

P.S. I really like people who listen to me.