I don’t ever recall speaking to a student like a Dutch (Deutsch) Uncle, but I do meet adults younger than me nowadays whom I want to address in such a way for their incompetence, laziness and fraud. The other day I was having my car serviced and after I got the bill, being 86 years old, I remembered my warranty. My service agent, named Tim, said my warranty had elapsed. Horse manure. When I got home I checked, and it won’t elapse until March of next year.
Don’t get me wrong. I have forgiven that incompetent, for I say the Our Father every day, but I do feel he needed a verbal dressing down. It cost me around $400 dollars, and that’s nothing I sniff at. But let it be.
I value my peace of mind far above my demands for justice. There is a quietness in being in the presence of a brother like the Lord. He’s brought far more changes than I ever could with my puny indignation.
Civilization 