As I predicted, my post about mostly imaginary peanut allergies and other neurotic fantasy afflictions prompted lots of mail and as usual, the first wave of angry ones were soon overtaken and outnumbered by the “right on” bunch.
I also got two generous donations to my legal defence fund via PayPal, specifically because of that post, so remind me to take on Big Epi more often.
Two other readers want “Life’s tough. Wear a cup” t-shirts but that’s actually Dennis Miller’s line so I wouldn’t like to steal his thang. Email his radio show producer and suggest it.
From the inbox, a fellow recovering alcoholic reports:
Read More...So a few months ago my annoying relative with her peanut threatened hellspawn decided she was going to drum up support to make the nearby town “peanut free”. One of her acolytes wanted to know if my business would support the initiative. “Without reservation” said I. And then I thanked her for setting the precedent.
“What precedent?”
“Well, you see, I’m an alcoholic. I cannot drink it, I cannot be around it, and even having alcohol for sale where I live places me in jeopardy. My doctors will have no problem attesting to this as it’s essentially a life threatening allergy. So once you get peanuts banned, you’ve established a legal precedent for me to have all alcohol removed from [name of town]. I will get the bars closed, the liquor stores shut down, and the town declared an alcohol free zone.”
“You can’t DO that!!!” [She's almost bug-eyed -- this is the dumb @#$% who shows up at family events like baseball parties thrown for our kids with four cases of beer in the back of her SUV, because it's good for kids to see their parents getting @#%-faced and then drive home with them after they've consumed 10 beers apiece.]
