Being Misconstrued.

I paid a young woman a compliment today, but instead of speaking plainly I took the ironic approach with a hint of negativity. I did it that way so she wouldn’t feel threatened or splashed with the oily sputum of an ageing Lothario.

She took offence and another member of staff brought my coffee to me. Life’s like that.

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And yesterday I got called a douchebag on YouTube. In all my life I’ve never been called one of those before, but then for most of my life the term was strictly embryonic. I assume it means something like ‘master sage’ in American.