Open mouth, insert foot

I was sitting outside at lunch today, which is my normal habit, now that my ranting has paid off and we have a picnic table.

One of the dispatch guys was sitting there as well, and we were chit-chatting. About general stuff. Plans for the long-weekend, the weather, yard-work, the new costing software, GPS systems, etc.

Then, out of the blue, he says to me, "You don't like men very much, do you."

Without thinking, I said, "I like men well enough, I just don't respect them."

And that, I think, explains a whole lot about me.