My father used to be called "Scatter" at work. My mother and I learned this when some of his work colleagues got together for an event. Afterward we asked him, "Why Scatter?"..."Well," he said importantly, "It's because I get annoyed with the guys just standing around shooting the breeze at work. When I see a gang of them wasting time I come up and say - Hey you guys - Scatter!"
Years later, one of his work colleagues told us it was actually because he was a bit of an infamous scatterbrain.
I knew my Dad pretty well, and I always thought he was pretty together...so I tended to think his first story was the right one...but then again, maybe I've inherited my ability to just SEEM together from him. Miss you Dad.
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Life is all about appearances. Even if not in the traditional airbrushed, plucked and tucked into place sense. I think the number of people that actually know what they are doing are far out-numbered by the rest of us.
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