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The Slice: Guilty of rushing to judgment
Ellen Spalding was flying high because her 19-month-old great-granddaughter was pointing at her and calling her “Nana.”
But she came back down to Earth when her granddaughter, Amanda, broke it to her that the child calls any woman with short brown hair “Nana,” including TV’s Judge Judy.
Next case.
Just wondering: In Spokane, when people are told “That’s why you get the big bucks,” how often does the person hearing that actually think of himself or herself as being thusly compensated?
Something to work on at real-life spring training: “I have been retired for 18 years and tend to get up about 8 a.m.,” wrote Jerry Hargitt. “I have seen plenty of sunsets, but would have to work on sunrises.”
Feedback on Friday’s Slice: “I got a kick out of your anecdotes about guys who don’t know how to help a lady with her coat,” wrote Karen Mobley. “You didn’t mention the guys who have been practicing by dressing babies. They grab the lady’s arm and with great conviction stuff the lower part of the arm forcefully into the arm hole as if she will try to crawl or toddle away before the coat is on. Then they say ‘good girl’ under their breath. This cracks me up but sometimes it hurts.
“It isn’t too graceful but at least you know it is their intention to take care of you.”
Speaking of etiquette: “Spokane is probably No. 1 on the nation’s list of cities with people who hold doors for other people,” wrote Jeff Brown. “Man, woman, child – it doesn’t matter – people hold doors for each other and USUALLY issue a thank you. I like it.
“Double doors are especially fun. You hold the door for someone then they get to the second set of doors first and hold it for you.”
But opening car doors for women must be viewed as relatively rare because Ken Stout’s practice of doing so for his wife Kathy has caused strangers to comment approvingly on more than one occasion.
Today’s Slice question: Even if you know that there are at least a few robins around here all year, does it still strike you as odd to see them in February?