I've become outspoken lately about people who sit on pool tables where I play. I helped a room owner recover a few tables recently. The number of cushions that were broken loose from their glue in butt-width spots dismayed me. In one room whose tables' pockets hang on adjustable hinges, I find some whose backs are no longer vertical due to people sitting on their outer rims, causing hard-hit balls to rebound up and out over the rail.
Today, a dude of about 220 pounds caught my eye, with his overflowing butt on the rail while BSing with his girlfriend. So when he passed me on his way back from the restroom, I beckoned him over to say,
"Y'know, sitting on the rails bends the cushions down and makes them come loose, ruining people's banks. So please, stop sitting on the rails."
"I wasn't sitting on no rail."
"Yes, you were. I've seen you do it three times in the past half-hour."
"I didn't realize I was sitting on a rail."
"Well, now you know. So please stop it."
Normally, I would offer a wager to a guy who doesn't know where his ass is, but my dance card was already full.
Now, a house-broken person would accept such mild chastisement with chagrin and meekly sin no more. But Mr. Big chose to come back a few minutes later.
"Are you one of the owners?" he asked me.
"No. Would you like to meet the man whose $3,000 property you've been damaging?"
"You saw me sitting on a table from way over here (3 tables away)? I find that rather disingenius." (I guess he was leading up to, "You're just picking on me 'cause I'm black.")
"The word is 'disingenuous,' and who the **** are you that I should lie to?"
We exchanged level stares for a moment, then he walked away. The next time I looked up, Dis Genius and his gf had left the building.
The umbrage that many railbirds take when politely asked to stop wrecking other people's property and money-making opportunities confounds me. I don't know where the idea that there's a Constitutional right to sit on public pool tables originated, but it's got to go.
Do you correct such morons, or do you just let it slide?
Today, a dude of about 220 pounds caught my eye, with his overflowing butt on the rail while BSing with his girlfriend. So when he passed me on his way back from the restroom, I beckoned him over to say,
"Y'know, sitting on the rails bends the cushions down and makes them come loose, ruining people's banks. So please, stop sitting on the rails."
"I wasn't sitting on no rail."
"Yes, you were. I've seen you do it three times in the past half-hour."
"I didn't realize I was sitting on a rail."
"Well, now you know. So please stop it."
Normally, I would offer a wager to a guy who doesn't know where his ass is, but my dance card was already full.
Now, a house-broken person would accept such mild chastisement with chagrin and meekly sin no more. But Mr. Big chose to come back a few minutes later.
"Are you one of the owners?" he asked me.
"No. Would you like to meet the man whose $3,000 property you've been damaging?"
"You saw me sitting on a table from way over here (3 tables away)? I find that rather disingenius." (I guess he was leading up to, "You're just picking on me 'cause I'm black.")
"The word is 'disingenuous,' and who the **** are you that I should lie to?"
We exchanged level stares for a moment, then he walked away. The next time I looked up, Dis Genius and his gf had left the building.
The umbrage that many railbirds take when politely asked to stop wrecking other people's property and money-making opportunities confounds me. I don't know where the idea that there's a Constitutional right to sit on public pool tables originated, but it's got to go.
Do you correct such morons, or do you just let it slide?