MY WIFE MET A ROO WHO HATED HER

Sad, but true. In Australia. At some place where they had kangaroos and wambats. You could feed them or get up real close for pictures. You could even pet some, if I remember correctly. Not my wife.

At least with one. Who took a swing, actually a close to the body punch at her. Of course I defended her and smacked that...naugh, I didn't even see it the first time. But to prove it no fluke, she approached him again, a little more trepidly and not as closely. Same result. He offered to punch no one else. Not even an annoying family, father -mother-kids (two) who were trailing us.

So what is surprising about that is that he didn't dislike me. My wife gets along well with strangers. Not me. Oh, I certainly don't try to antagonize, but I seem to bring out the rudeness in people.

At the grocery store on Thursday they were having an Italian night promotion near the deli and there was hardly any room to stand and give the cook your pasta order without being in the way. Some older woman yelled at me to move my buggy so she could get through. I didn't have a buggy. I knew my limitations and was carrying a hand basket. Oh well, I could forgive her for her age, but it happens to me all the time. Somehow I bring out the rudeness in people. Who direct it at me. Scapegoat TQ.

And it's been that way my whole life. Seriously. Not paranoially. Truthfully.

One more example for family and a few close friends. The fight on the beach in Hawaii. Well, we didn't, but we were close. ( I overheard him tell his girlfriend when she came down that he had almost gotten into a fist fight, right there on the bwach of Waikiki.)

But my wife is just the opposite. Almost no one is ever rude to her. Nuff said. Except that kangaroo. What was he thinking?