
Originally Posted by
BigGreen
Truly Mr. Naut you have betrayed your ignorance of the finer side of American culture. For starters, to call the doning of cashmere while heading out to box the ears of the help merely a fashion faux pas would be a disgrace to cashmere AND the French; and I do so detest the French, so that is saying something (except of course, for the delictable southern region responsible for my '32 cavignonent). I'm not certaint that you've ever gone through the headache of having the cleaning lady mumble in some utterly un-understandable South American dialect how difficult it is to get blood out of cashmere, but suffice to say, it causes quite the headache and normally results in the sound firing of said cleaning lady. Two deplorable situations often stem from said firing, both of which I would prefer to avoid: A)I'd have to do my own laundry until a satisfactory new cleaning lady could be hired (of course, simply buying new clothes for the duration solves that problem, but that's neither here nor there old chum), and B) I have to take time out of my schedule to interview competent replacements.
Furthermore, were I to discover Tad were at the Clubhouse today, I imagine I would promptly remove my white glove and smack him 'cross the countenance with it. On this fine New England morn, he had best be at about the 11th hole, choosing between a pitching wedge and lob wedge for his approach all the while berating the caddy for his pungent commoner odor. No sir, I can assure you that Tad is not in the clubhouse. Now Horton is a different story altogether, but we shan't get into that presently.
Lastly, I won't even begin to comment on the sheer madness of your suggesting martinis as an autumn afternoon drink. The mere thought simply makes me vomit in shock. But then, I suppose you're the sort of individual who doesn't see anything wrong with eating Haddock in the midafternoon prior to the winter solistice...nuff said.