Filthy Hooks & Unsolicited Advice
Filthy Hooks & Unsolicited Advice
Episode 01:16:2023 - Prompt: Credibility
Where credibility took me…
A few months ago, I brought Eric’s family to a bakery I like for its not-overly-sweet almond croissants. I politely asked a woman if we could use the stool where she had draped her coat. She folded the coat onto her lap and said, “Of course.”
“There are hooks, too” I said pointing to the side of the table. My own jacket and purse were already hanging on one. The woman leaned in with the intensity of someone ready to share critical, life changing information and said…
“Hooks are filthy. You should never hang anything on hooks.”
Credibility refers to the reliability of information received from outside sources. It’s the quality of being trusted, believed… of being convincing. Scholars argue whether credibility requires expertise in a subject, or only the belief that what is being shared is true.
Was this stranger a credible source? Maybe she worked in forensics and had run the blue light over many filthy hooks. Perhaps public hooks to her are like public toilet seats to me. How was I to know? I didn’t ask her for this advice.
One of my favorite unsolicited advice memories occurred in a Michigan grocery store in 1980 when I was nine. My mother and I were in line behind a teenager whose face was riddled with acne. My mother must have noticed the boy’s items on the counter: white bread, soda, ice cream.
“Young man,” she said. “You shouldn’t eat food like that with your skin.”
His inflamed face blushed an even darker red. Mortified, I pinched her.
“Ouch, my daughter’s pinching me! I must be embarrassing her,” she announced.
Was my mom credible in dispensing this unsolicited advice?
She’s from a beauty business family, and 40 years later, we know sugar and processed foods aggravate your skin. Perhaps this was a pivotal moment in the boy’s life. A stranger, a mother, let him know he existed and that she cared. Or, maybe her words triggered an addiction to white bread he’s fought all of his life.
Have I reconsidered the threat of hooks as a result of the unsolicited advice in the bakery? Only in humor…
Stools are much filthier!
YOUR TURN: Using CREDIBILITY as a springboard, write about unsolicited advice you tell/told or have received. Don’t worry about being a “good writer”. Just get that sucker out in less than 150 words (basically the section above where I tell the grocery store anecdote).
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Years ago, when my son was a toddler, a middle-aged woman, a total stranger, approached me in a mall shoe store, pointed to my son, and said, "Does he eat vegetables? Give up trying. Nothing works. Didn't for my son, and he's all grown up now." To this day, I have no idea what prompted her to give me this unsolicited advice. But the woman was a mother, a veteran of the vegetables war. That's credibility. I wondered, should I stop lining up 9 peas on his highchair tray, stop saying, "If you eat 4 peas, you can have a cookie for dessert; eat them all and you get 2 cookies," and surrender? Nope.
My son is all grown up now. And his favorite foods? Vegetables.
I made a call on my flip phone after scouring the Seattle Intelligencer classifieds. I met the mechanic at his garage. “You sure?” he said, when I told him I’d buy right there on the spot the red ‘88 Honda Civic hatchback on the lift. "You shouldn't take this car until I'm done with the bodywork." I didn’t ask him nor care about the state of the vehicle: no seatbelts, repairs needed, basically totaled. “Listen, I work for Disney on Ice and we’re leaving Seattle tomorrow to San Diego, so I’ll take it right now. Here’s a check for $2000,” I said. The owner of the completely wrecked Civic looked at me for a second and took the check. Easiest sale he ever made probably. Didn’t even have to finish the job.
Like a reckless youth, I drove that car without seatbelts for 20,000 miles on tour. Credibility lost. At one point I found some free time and bought secondhanders. Cred back on track. Then I gave the car to my little brother. Safer than when I found it.