Eyðsla á bar, á allra vitorði í litlu plássi

Fyrir nokkuð mörgum árum síðan láku út upplýsingar frá þjónustufulltrúa í banka á Reyðarfirði, um hve miklu tiltekinn einstaklingur eyddi á hótelbar þorpsins. Sá sem hafði svona mikla þörf fyrir að upplýsa samborgara sína um eyðslu mannsins var algjörlega óskyld manninum. Svona lagað er ógeðfelt í meira lagi.

Ég læt hér fylgja með brandara á ensku um kjaftagang í litlu samfélagi sem ég hef áður birt á blogginu:

The church gossip

Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose in to other people's business. Several members did not approve of her extra-curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the towns only bar one afternoon. She emphatically told George (and several others) that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.
George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny ... He said nothing.
Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house ... walked home ... and left it there all night.

You got to love George

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