P's & Q's, and Other Abbreviations
I must've said something wrong, 'cause there was yellin', swingin', spittin', and all varieties of chasin' a'goin' on. As a very young'un I was pretty nimble, but certainly no match for the fury confronting me. Even after being caught in our sweet mother's 'Grip of Certain Death', I still didn't understand why using 'hor' as an abbreviation for horrible was so bad. Even so, I feebly tried to blame my older brothers.
That seemed to help as Mom relaxed enough to recategorize her hold on me as a 'Grip of Very Likely Death'. Soon it diminished into the 'Grip of a Very Luck Little Turd' accompanied only by the 'Death Stare'.
Yes, my finger pointing and blame shifting must have struck a chord. After all, 9 year old Jerry had just been busted and nearly sent to prison for calling Marilyn Connell a 'nincompoop'.
Little did we know at the time that Jerry, always the troublemaker, was also a self-fulfilling prophet. About a decade or so afterward he joined the Navy and soon became a Petty Officer; a 'Non-Com-Poop' Deck Swabby.
At any rate, I surely learned to watch my P's & Q's as well as other abbreviations.