Why are you yelling at me?

One of my biggest pet peeves is having a public speaker yell at me. Even at this tender age of 62, my hearing is perfect. I do have to wear readers but that no impact on my ears. When I go to hear a public speaker, I often sit close to the front. I was that girl who grabbed the front seat in classes and even in church. Sitting in the front means I want to be there. I don’t need to slouch in the back of the room planning to slip out to the ladies room every fifteen minutes. Don’t worry, when I settle in, I’m here to catch everything you’re throwing down.

I got in plenty trouble as a kid. But we can go back even further. My Mom would be dressing my baby sister in the bedroom. She would yell to me “Where are the hands on the clock?” I’d run to the kitchen, “The big hand is on the 2 and the little hand is on the seven.” I was age 3 and this is how I learned to tell time. The point is, I have experience with yelling.