That was a favorite training/instruction method of my dad, during my younger years. Watch me screw up, then criticize harshly (many times in front of friends, neighbors). He liked to say, “boy you are thick”. His poor teaching ability did encourage me to explain clearly, calmly skills, work/job procedures to younger, inexperienced people, for the rest of my life. I was determined to be a better version of him.
I hated having to pick switches. My great-uncle picked a rose stem once thinking his mom wouldn't use it and she said, "Boy if you are stupid enough to pick this, I'm stupid enough to use it on you!." He had cuts all over his legs afterward.
That's the day I found out mom didn't have a sense of humor. She put me within one sixteenth inch of my life that day!
My Pop was full of them. One of his philosophical sayings, “We get too soon old, and too late smart.” He also told me when I was acting up, “Dammit boy. I’m gonna knock a lung loose if you don’t simmer down.” He had a lot more that I can’t put on here. He was a hoot. He passed in ‘96, and I still miss him. He was cool.
