That was a saying at one time; someone would open their mouth and go on about some thing, then someone else would say, “speak for yourself.” It was a great way to not get included in some one else’s opinion or troubles.
Dad would question us boys with, “ok what do you have to say for yourself,” one at a time he would figure out who did what. Guilt by association always stunk.
At one place this engineer who talked a lot would gladly share the blame for failures then swipe the credit for himself for successes. One day he came to my desk and engaged me in a discussion, as if his 5 years seniority was helping me, about some equipment I was researching. Later that day I spoke with the Engineering manager about presenting my findings to the whole engineering team. “Oh,” he said, “Mike already found the best one and I think I’ll go with that one.” Then I shared with the engineering manger “the rest of the story” and other data I had not told Mike. “Oh,” he said as he sat quietly in his chair.
Went to a Barbershop once where the manager/owner was so proud of his place and all the neat things he had thought up. Latter I said to his partner, the guy cutting my hair, nice place you and your partner, but I was cut off when the guy said, “oh he didn’t think it up he just had the money.”
Was doing some tech work for an old college professor who started his own business. I gave him the list of part to order for the project he wanted but he decided to buy locally and to change some parts and other stuff I had assembled for the project. Next day he had me go with him to the store to pick it up. He was busy telling the sales guy about all his past exploits in radio and his company when the guy brought out the substitute parts he had ordered. Nothing matched the way it should, it was kind of mind numbing to try to follow, and the conversation was going no where technically either, so I spoke up and gave the counter guy the technical information that was needed based on the changes I heard them talk about. The look on the counter guys face was priceless; it was worth getting yelled at later, and I needed the parts to get work done too.
One lady in wheel chair came to the tutoring center where I worked at MATC. She was having trouble with assignment in class. She needed to write a letter to a manufacture of a item she was returning. She was having trouble with wording, which seemed odd because she came across as knowledgeable and well spoken. I listening to her speak about how she had a four year degree, had been a head nurse, raised four kids and now was stuck in wheel chair. She also mentioned about how people treated her now. After awhile of listening I asked her now why do you have troubles with this letter? She said she shouldn’t, and then wrote out the letter with no problem.
Not surprising I read a lot about kids having communication and learning difficulties today.