OPINION: Control? Me? I don't think so, my friends

On Monday, I was hanging out at Link Centre, where Melanie Deas and Rebecca Lane Walker were in awe of my power over you.
“You need to tell people to buy their tickets early,” Rebecca said.
“They always show up at the last minute for shows,” Melanie added. “That makes it hard for us to plan.”
I told them their concern is nothing new. The folks at the BancorpSouth Arena have accepted that Tupelo is a “walk-up” town.
Even in better economic times, people tend to hold on to their entertainment dollar until the last moment. It’s a group personality trait.
I also explained that I gave up on changing people’s behavior many years ago. People do what they’re predisposed to do.
It’s my job, as a writer, to complain about it.
Good try, Terry
If I could alter people’s actions, I’d join with Terry Dufford, who wrote a letter to the editor about how cars don’t need turn signals in Northeast Mississippi.
“Perhaps a new sales incentive could be used for the local auto dealers to omit turn signals from new cars since they are not used around here, thereby reducing costs for local customers,” the Tupelo resident wrote.
Way to go, Terry. You displayed excellent command of sarcasm. I applaud you for it, but I still don’t hold out hope for changes in human behavior.
Ongoing aggravation
Speaking of control, a battle has brewed since my wife and I moved in together.
I believe the edge of paper towels and toilet paper should face outward. She believes you should reach under the roll to get to the edge.
I’ve challenged her on this practice several times, and she pretends innocence.
“I don’t pay any attention to it,” she says.
Then why is the edge always in the back? The law of averages would dictate that she’d get it right at least 50 percent of the time, but she’s nowhere near that.
Maybe there’s another law at work. Let’s call it the law of spousal aggravation.
Farewell
People were generally friendly when my wife and I joined the Mighty Daily Journal staff 13 years ago; no one more so than Brenda Phipps.
She’d gone to high school with my dad, Mike (formerly Mickey) Morris, and she made sure we felt at home when we got here.
Brenda passed away on Wednesday after an extended illness.
I still believe what I told Terry about the value of sarcasm, but there’s always room for genuine, straight-forward sentiments, too.
With that in mind, and in honor of Brenda and her charming smile, I’d like to wish everyone a very good day. I hope you enjoy the people in your life, and they get to enjoy you.
M. Scott Morris is a Daily Journal entertainment writer. Contact him at (662) 678-1589 or scott.morris@djournal.com.

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