No, by Michael Davis – Straight No Chaser #131
August 28, 2009 Michael Davis 4 Comments
I’m a simple guy. I really am. To me ‘no’ just means ‘no.’
It’s does not mean I don’t like you. It does not mean I mean you harm it just means ‘no.’
If I don’t like you I simply don’t deal with you. If I meant you harm well…
Why deal with anyone you don’t like? That just stupid. I’m lucky enough…nah that’s bullshit; I’m talented enough to be at or near the top of my game in my career. That means if I’m in the room with you it’s because I want to be there. I fully understand how a lot of people have to work with dicks.
Hell, I understand that to a lot of people I AM that dick they have to work with.
Hey, I get that. I’m a lot of things but stupid I am not. I’m a bit of a pill to be around for some but trust me if you think I’m a dick and you are working with me let me ask you this…who’s the dick?
I just told you I’m good enough not to have to work with those people I don’t like so…I ask again, who’s the dick?
I say all this because I know a really talented person who I like who I feel has a real problem with personal responsibility and with the word ‘no.’ It makes me realize that the world is full of people who just think they are owed something.
Because I said ‘no’ to this person, I am now a ‘dick’.
Here’s the skinny, this person needs a car. I have sitting in my driveway three cars. Two I drive and one that just sits there and I rarely if ever drive. The car that sits is a completely restored kick ass Datsun (Nissan) 1983 280 ZX.
This car is CHERRY.
I have two vices (three if you count Asian women), I like toys and I like cars. The 280 is my DREAM CAR. I still remember the commercial for the ZX-a kid is riding his bike when he comes to an abrupt stop. He’s staring at the ZX and all he says is “Someday.” The tagline for the spot was ‘AWESOME.’
I was just a kid when I saw that and it stuck with me until I could afford my first Z. I’ve owned 10 Z’s and I LOVE those cars. My 280 is sitting in my driveway because I was hanging out at Deny Cowan’s house watching football when some ass wipe ran into it while it was PARKED!
Now, the damage is not really bad and the car is completely drivable but I’m too anal to drive it until I can oversee its bodywork. That means I have to interview those who may be lucky enough to work on my baby.
Yes, it’s silly but it’s important to me.
So I get a call from this person who asked me if they could borrow one of my three cars.
I say ‘no.’
I’m then told that I should let them drive the ‘old car’ that’s just sitting in my driveway. I say, ‘no.’
I don’t explain what the car is worth, I don’t explain that it’s a labor of love to me I just say ‘no.’
I’m asked to explain over and over again, I decline to explain and just say ‘no.’ The person can’t believe I’m being so selfish. I ask how am I being so selfish and I’m told because they have need for something and I have three so why not at least let them drive one.
I say ‘no’ just means ‘no.’ they will not respect that so during a phone call I break it down because I’ve had this conversation before and NEVER want to have it again. Here’s how that conversation went.
Do you have insurance?
No, but you do.
Do you have tickets?
Yes.
So, if I add you to my insurance I will have to pay a hefty premium.
Don’t add me; just let me drive the car.
If you drive the car and get into an accident, I’m at risk.
I won’t get into an accident.
What happened to your car?
I had an accident.
I hung up. They called back and I said some choice things to this person I’m fairly sure they won’t be calling me again.
I could give a shit, if I ever hear from them again. All my life I’ve dealt with people who expect you to give them something just because they want it. To these people ‘no’ is akin to insulting their mother, or worse.
What happened to personal responsibility? I’ve had some real drama in my life over the last month and I simply don’t (nor have I ever) felt the need to explain the hows and whys of any answer I give to a question.
To me “Why or why not?” is reserved for wives, mothers, business and creative partners. Everyone else get’s a ‘no.’
So if you don’t fall into one of those categories then you are out of luck. What about friends you ask? Well to me a real friend takes you for who you are and to them ‘no’ just means ‘no.’
Now, I will admit there is something quite wonderful about explaining ‘why and ‘why not’ when you are talking to a friend. Hell, I had that talk last week with some friends and felt GREAT. But if I didn’t want to explain something they just would have let me be.
When you say to someone, “I don’t want to talk about it ” and you DON’T have to talk about it and your friend respects that, THAT is the true mark of friendship.
I’m not selfish, I’m just who I am. ‘No’ just means ‘no.’ Do I care if you are offended?
No.
R. Maheras
August 28, 2009 - 6:56 am
This story really made me laugh!
Mike Gold
August 28, 2009 - 7:16 am
MOTU, I’d lend you my car, but you’d have to wear the Cyclopse shades.
MG, killing time in jury duty.
McCarthy
August 28, 2009 - 9:28 am
Ah, I remember you once gave me a ride home to Rockaway Beach in your Z circa 1993-95. I think the Z represents your three vices all rolled into one . . . it’s a “toy,” a car, and it’s Asian.
Martha Thomases
August 28, 2009 - 10:08 am
Judith Martin, in her Miss Manners persona, would advise you to simply say, ‘I’m sorry. It’s just impossible.” Don’t go into any detail, no matter how many times the same person asks. Eventually, he’ll realize that not only are you going to change your mind, but you consider him to be an asshole.
All while behaving impeccably. It’s the best of all possible worlds!
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 12:23 pm
R. Maheras said, “This story really made me laugh!”
Thanks, I KNOW someday I will think it’s funny. I think it’s sad now because I realize that it’s so prevalent in society and even more so in young people who aspire to be in the arts.
Agggggghhhhh!!!
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 12:29 pm
Martha said…”simply say, ‘I’m sorry. It’s just impossible.”
THAT is great advice, it won’t work on some but it’s so cool.
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 12:46 pm
McCarthy said-
” Ah, I remember you once gave me a ride home to Rockaway Beach in your Z circa 1993-95. I think the Z represents your three vices all rolled into one . . . it’s a “toy,” a car, and its Asian.”
The year I gave you the lift was 1993. The Z was a 300 ZX pearl blue 1990. That year was magic, that was the year they changed the body style and Automobile magazine called the Z one of the most beautiful cars in the world. They only made that color in 1990 AND my car was one of the first 100 in the states. How, you ask do I know that?
Well, my car did NOT have the ‘Z’ emblem on the hood. Only the first 100 off the boat did not have that. When you ship something into the states the product HAS to match the manifest down to every last detail. They did not catch the missing ‘Z’ until after 100 had already gotten to dealers.
I know, I know, I’m sick with this shit…
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 12:48 pm
McCarthy also said-” I think the Z represents your three vices all rolled into one . . . it’s a “toy,” a car, and its Asian.”
If only they could cook…and looked good a school girl outfit.
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 12:50 pm
Mike Gold said; ” MOTU, I’d lend you my car, but you’d have to wear the Cyclopse shades.”
Denys and I STILL crack up about that!
Jeremiah Avery
August 28, 2009 - 12:53 pm
The person sounds like a child who keeps asking “why?” after you’ve already answered the question 10 different ways. There is enough stress in this world, I don’t need some brick raising my stress levels.
Some people I know were going out and wanted me to come along but I had some stuff to take care of (plus I didn’t exactly want to waste time in their company) so I just said “no thanks” but they kept pestering me as to why so eventually I just said “it’s personal”. Still didn’t get the hint. So just to get them out of my business I replied, “If you were someone actually worth my time, then maybe I’d fill you in.”
I’m guessing the NSA does less of a background check than you will on anyone wanting to work on your beautiful cars.
R. Maheras
August 28, 2009 - 1:05 pm
MOTU — What’s the old show biz saying about pratfalls and other comedic situations? “If it happens to me, it’s a tragedy. If it happens to the other guy, it’s a comedy.”
But like any humor, the reason I find your story funny is because I can relate to it — I’ve had to deal with similar people. Most of us probably have.
For example, I was at a nearby Gap store last week buying a gift card for my niece, and while standing patiently in line, some woman walked up to the cashier (bypassing everyone else) and the resulting verbal exchange went something like this:
“Excuse me, I have a question.”
“Yes, Ma’am?”
“The sale sign says ‘Buy Two, Get One Free’ but I can only find one item I want to buy. Can I keep my receipt, come back some other day, buy my second item and then get my free item?”
“Uh, no Ma’am — you have to buy two items now to get the third item free.”
“But I can’t find anything else I want to buy.”
“I’m sorry Ma’am, but we can’t do it any other way.”
With that, Ms. Hubris snorts, tosses to the counter the one item she had picked up, and walks out of the store.
As someone who has had a couple of jobs over the years involving customer service, it never ceases to amaze me what some people will complain about!
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 1:49 pm
R. Maheras said…” it never ceases to amaze me what some people will complain about!’
That my friend is a book…
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 1:52 pm
Jeremiah said,
“The person sounds like a child who keeps asking “why?” after you’ve already answered the question 10 different ways.”
Yep!!!
However kids are allowed some leeway in the pestering department-full grown adults are another story.
Steve Atkins
August 28, 2009 - 2:56 pm
Speaking for myself, I have never thought that I was owed anything by anyone.
Some people tend to mistake my complaining for some sense of entitlement.
I have complained in the past when I didn’t have the resources to get something done the best way possible. I complained to express my viewpoint that things would be much simpler and the project would greatly benefit from proper funding/better equipment/more crew members working on it, etc.
I also complained because it vents frustration, which reduces any chances of wasted energy, i.e. loss of temper.
However, some people acted as if I expected someone to start writing out a check right then and there. My friends know I vent and then immediately move on. In fact, since I also try to bring in some degree of humor, my rants can get pretty funny (or so I have been told).
Nobody owes me anything AND, by that same standard, I don’t owe anyone else anything.
One of the few benefits to being on your own, I suppose.
Steve
Marc Alan Fishman
August 28, 2009 - 3:09 pm
Some people think they are owed something, for simply being. That is not the truth. This person should not be handed a car. No one should be handed a car for that matter. Asking someone for something like that is indicative of a user. And this person may be nice and all, but he/she isn’t allowed to postulate that “it just sits there” and therefore is readily available for rent. Let alone to an uninsured, ticketed individual.
That be STOOPID. Plain and simple.
Shane Kelly
August 28, 2009 - 3:15 pm
Hey….Ummmmm…Mike?
Do you think…that maybe…it might be possible… to borrow your car? I promise to bring it right back 🙂
(you know I had to do it, right?)
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 3:45 pm
Shane,
You I would lend a car to…not the 280 but either of the other ones.
MOTU
August 28, 2009 - 3:49 pm
Steve,
I think their are QUITE a few benefits to being on your own. Sometimes I’m at my best when it’s just me and my crazy thought process…and my G.I. Joes…and Barbles (thanks again Russ)
Shane Kelly
August 29, 2009 - 12:11 am
“You I would lend a car to…not the 280 but either of the other ones.”
Aw shucks, now you’re going to make me blush, sir.
Jonathan (the other one)
August 29, 2009 - 9:48 pm
“Sometimes I’m at my best when it’s just me and my crazy thought process…and my G.I. Joes…and Barbies…”
MOTU, you remind me of the tale of the little girl who went to see Santa at the mall. As usual, Santa asked the girl, “So, what do you want for Christmas?”
“I want a Barbie and a GI Joe,” the girl replied.
“Don’t you mean Barbie and Ken?” Santa asked.
“No,” the girl said firmly, “I mean Barbie and GI Joe.”
“But Barbie [i]always[/i] comes with Ken!” Santa insisted.
“No,” the girl said, “Barbie always comes with GI Joe. She fakes it with Ken.”
MOTU
August 30, 2009 - 3:12 am
Jonathan, that’s going on my X-Mas cards!
HELLAFUNNY!