Long story short, there's drama. In particular with a person who isn't even in my club but in a related one. She crossed a line tonight. I won't lie, it upset the hell out of me but the more I thought on it, the more I realized I was more offended than anything else. Me. Offended. I don't "offend" At all. So...I present you with the letter that will never be sent.
Dear Person.
It has come to my attention that I have irrevocably offended you in some form/fashion/animal/vegetable/mineral. Here I was, picking my words as carefully as I could, adding smilies here and there to try and put across the impression that I'm being calm on the matters at hand. Trying to convey that I want to work things out and that I'm meaning no offense of any sort. However, comma...There's not a lot I can do when there's a lack of information and a lot of bottling involved.
Here's basically what I've deduced.
Found out after the fact that this was a meet you'd set up for Noics and Gearheads(?) and not just an invite to an open public event. Without that knowledge, I made the call that the right to determine if firearms can be in the open is reserved for the property, not the inviting individual. However, if you'd told me that it was your club's meet and not just an invite (2 weeks worth of threads for it and not a single mention of any issues/bitches/gripes/complaints until now) then maybe, -maybe-, I coulda done something to help out a little bit. I CANNOT FIX ANYTHING IF I DON'T KNOW IT'S BROKEN.
Pulling a weapon on someone is bad. Telling me that you heard from someone else that a person pulled a weapon on someone is heresay. So no, it can't be proven. Still stuck with being able to request that the firearms be left in cars.
The definition of a dictatorship basically states 'my way or the highway'. Haven't kicked anyone to the curb yet, up to and including you (though you have no idea how tempting the idea is). I find this one funny cuz they always tell me at work that I'm too nice and let people walk all over me.
You come on my chapter's forum with as much tact as a bull in a china shop on steroids. Yes, I'm going to lock the thread to get a story behind it. I unlocked the thread and was even nice enough to not change anything in that post. You made no apologies. I did. Gee...walking all over sounds fair here, don't ya think? Especially when you're not even in my club, much less chapter.
The fact that I had to learn all these things from 2 other people? Yeah. I'm not the one with issues here, darlin'. Don't come at me third party, I do not appreciate it. I come to you and feel like I'm walking on eggshells in -my own fragging club- just to keep as many people as I can happy.
I f'n hate drama. Quit bringing it.
I also hate eggshells. Except for the brightly colored, delicious ones I get on Easter. Those I like. Otherwise, walking on them sucks and hurts your feet.
I lose sleep over this retarded shit. Tonight is a prime example.
I can't even send this to you because I have a feeling that you would have your seemingly delicate sensibilities crushed. And, there's an 'and' here, I think you would gripe to my club members, especially the few that hang out with you on a semi-regular basis (their choice, they're grown people) but never to me. You'll bottle this until the next time you decide that there needs to be a little bit of spice in your life.
No, I can't send it because I hate drama but it would never end if I let this one rip. You, ma'am, have offended me. A true feat. I'd give ya a pat on the back for it but I'mma have to ask you to do that yourself because, hey, 'my way or the highway'.
Thank you and have a wonderful Sciko day and I hope no one pisses in your Cheerios or Wheaties tomorrow.
Vix (and her driver)
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