Some ways to handle dealing with the Crabby Old Fart at FK

**RockyR** · 9th July 07, 06:06 AM

Steve... BTW...

I understand that it's tough to be 3 things at once... a member of XMARKS, an advertiser on XMARKS AND a Kilt Company with it's own products. Even when your answers come from a "friendly and helpful place", some people will take it the wrong way b/c of the fact you're an advertiser and a different kilt company. I've TRIED to learn to bite my tounge more often than not, but I do slip up now and again.

As long as you know in your heart that you're not "trolling for customers" or putting down someone's product to make yours look better, don't worry about it. People will see that you're just being honest and not crabby or sarcastic.

**pdcorlis** · 9th July 07, 07:07 AM

Originally Posted by RockyR

Steve... BTW...

I understand that it's tough to be 3 things at once... a member of XMARKS, an advertiser on XMARKS AND a Kilt Company with it's own products.

I was just thinking about this - its a shame if and when any of our talented kilt, sporran, or sgian dubh makers self censor - in the end we all lose out on your knowledge and experience.

I hope you all "damn the toes" and keep posting!

**Canuck** · 9th July 07, 09:42 AM

Look! He's a Grumpy old fart!...plain and simple! (I'm supposed to put a smiley or something like that here... but I've joined the ranks of old so I won't bother!)

**The Wizard of BC** · 9th July 07, 09:50 AM

That's "Garumfy Old Fart, Sir." to you Robert.

As a hot, dry, Sahara wind blows across the monitor.

I once tried to smile as you always do, but it hurt my face.

The wind increases to a Gale.

**Canuck** · 9th July 07, 10:04 AM

Originally Posted by The Wizard of BC

That's "Garumfy Old Fart, Sir." to you Robert.

As a hot, dry, Sahara wind blows across the monitor.

I once tried to smile as you always do, but it hurt my face.

The wind increases to a Gale.

Well um...ah... SIR....don't you have something to do like make kilts maybe?! which means I must get on the case too! Three kilt makers online at the moment makes for some interesting complaints from our customers... like we don't have a life....
Cheers
SIR

**The Wizard of BC** · 9th July 07, 10:20 AM

Let's see, my excuses for the day are:

1) It's my day off.
2) We three kiltmakers are having a strategic planning session.
3) My wife is out of town and I don't have any clean kilt hose.
4) I'm waiting for someone else to tell me to "If I continue acting nice they will send me a free $25.00 kilt".
5) So much Scotch, so little time.
6) The new shop is too far away.
7) I'm waiting for fabric to arrive in the mail.
8) My dog would be lonely if I left.
9) I'm having a bad hair day.
10) It's a plot to make Kilts scarce so the price will go up.

**benkilt** · 13th July 07, 02:20 PM

smile widely, explain carefully, cuss quietly, and if all else fails...go to x marks

**Perldog007** · 13th July 07, 06:55 PM

Being a veteran of the Naval Air Service, I have to chime in here. For an aviator, military type one each, Steve is well civilized.

A six month cruise after a six week work up on the carrier of your choice, preferably working in the hangar bay or flight deck, should illuminate my point for those not seeing the light.

I also have to sign on with the Damn the Toes party. I enjoy the posts. I find it refreshing when I talk to somebody trying to sell something and they aren't too busy kissing up to keep it real. Kilt On. Please.

**Warhoover** · 13th July 07, 07:44 PM

Originally Posted by Perldog007

For an aviator, military type one each, Steve is well civilized.

A six month cruise after a six week work up on the carrier of your choice, preferably working in the hangar bay or flight deck, should illuminate my point for those not seeing the light.

That definately puts it into perspective. As a veteran of 8 of those evolutions that about sums it up, especially when you hear those magic words "Gentlemen we have been extended"!

**The Wizard of BC** · 13th July 07, 08:18 PM

OMG!!! Now that brought back some memories.

0200, 3 days out of Subic and you can still smell the stench.
Flight ops in full swing and rotor wash combined with the heat of engine exhaust.
5 birds down hard and the CAG bellowing over the squawk box.
Grease and sweat making wrenches slippery.
The cranial helmet making hot spots and my flight suit riding up my crack.
Then strap a whirling monster on your butt and hope to God you can find that little speck of hard deck again in all that blackness.
You stand down at 0445 and know it will all start again in 2 hrs so you plop down on a blade box till some gob comes along and drawls "Hey Marine, you can't sleep there."
Then you arrive on station and that creepy-crawly feeling starts again and you know it won't stop for the next 6 months. And you repeat the mantra over and over, "Big sky, little bullet."