As it was growing time for my annual shearing, and I was expecting a guest soon, I managed to leave my house today with the expectation of shedding the luscious locks of hair which had been gathering around my cranium. And in possession of a coupon nearing the end-date of its efficacy—or not, as it turned out I had left the coupon in my car—I entered an establishment of such groomers as I had the need. Myself promptly seated, the chatty woman with the scissors shortly engaged me in conversation.
And as I seem to have a knack for doing, I offended her.
She made an offhanded remark, saying, “Money is the root of all evil.”
Me, being an intellectual, began, “Well,” and here I might have adjusted my spectacles, had I been wearing any, “the Bible actually says, ‘the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.’”
She stopped her work, looked me dead in the eyes, and said, “But it is. Money is evil.”
I asked her a few questions, and she replied courteously, professionally. She was not, I suspected by a change in tone and a sudden hurrying of her work, totally pleased that I had disagreed with her. She was polite, but had lost her smile. Being well aware of this, but also being myself, I continued the assault upon her position as she claimed that any person possessing too much money is evil.
At what point did it become so disagreeable to disagree?