a man gets, or how much responsibility he takes on, somewhere inside is a giggling twelve year old boy waiting to get out.
Well in their defense it's not like the event lasted for 4 hours, maybe 4 minutes, which by my standards is still pretty good!
That's a classic.
My vote is the flight crew be presented with an award.
It's a Zeppelin
Why didn't the woman in the article that took offense to it not just tell her children that it was a big hat?
Tommy Young, post: 456205, member: 703 wrote: Why didn't the woman in the article that took offense to it not just tell her children that it was a big hat?
Therein lies the human disconnect with attempting to be socially correct on all fronts. None of us can ever foresee how someone else will 'hear' a comment or 'see' something. Attempting to hold one person responsible for the way another person perceived something doesn't make sense to me.
Reminds me of the little old lady that called the police to report a naked man. The police arrived and she let them in and motioned them to her kitchen. She pointed out her kitchen window at her neighbor's house. Through the bathroom window of that house you could see a man shaving.
The officer noted, "Lady, he's just shaving."
The little old lady began to pull a chair in front of her sink and replied, "Yeah, but if stand on this chair and then look...."
paden cash, post: 456194, member: 20 wrote: My vote is the flight crew be presented with an award.
[SARCASM]Negative, Ghostrider, the pattern is full.[/SARCASM]
I actually laughed at that and the uptight Navy assholes who can't just laugh at their pilot.
I guess I'm a bad person.
Tommy Young, post: 456205, member: 703 wrote: Why didn't the woman in the article that took offense to it not just tell her children that it was a big hat?
Arby's...we've got the meat.
Just FYI you guys...this post reminded me...
If you're going to write stupid things and draw crude pictures on the wall of the job-site crapper...don't use the magic marker you used to mark the stakes. The superintendent might just be smart enough to realize YOU were the only one on the job site armed with a wide tipped Sharpie.
I had to apologize to him, and freely admit I had never known his mother....;)
Be careful; that ice you're on is pretty thin....:worried:
paden cash, post: 456781, member: 20 wrote: Just FYI you guys...this post reminded me...
If you're going to write stupid things and draw crude pictures on the wall of the job-site crapper...don't use the magic marker you used to mark the stakes. The superintendent might just be smart enough to realize YOU were the only one on the job site armed with a wide tipped Sharpie.
I had to apologize to him, and freely admit I had never known his mother....;)
LOL! That brings back a memory of a slope pavement project on a levee o the Mississippi River south of NOLA. I had a little skinny superintendent. He was all man. Wore a cowboy hat. Even his hardhat was cowboy. Said he was a bull rider, and won every survey rodeo he was ever in. He could throw a chain with one hand. A manly fellow. He had only one jaw due to a hunting accident as a boy. Going through a barbwire fence with a 410. I brought a rod man on the job because he was a friend of my friend's girlfriend girlfriend. The guy had experience, and I knew the people he had worked for. A pretty hard core group. What they didn't tell me was he had brain damage from a motor cycle wreck. We were running slope stakes. I yelled Fill 1.25 feet and put a crows foot on the stake. He asked me "WHAT?". I said "Fill 1.25 feet and put a crows foot on the stake.". We did about 500 feet of slope staking before lunch. All of a sudden the super comes flying in the yard throwing dirt everywhere with his truck. He came stomping to me raising Hell! Saying something about WHAT KIND OF F'IN JOKE WAS WE DIONG!". I had no idea? Got in the truck with him driving crazy. I was a little scared. Got to the top of the levee, out the truck to the line of stakes, and behold on the stake was the fill, and a line with a drawing of crow with one foot on the line, and the other foot shooting the middle finger. 1000 stakes all flagged with a picture of a crow shooting the bird. I was amazed at the detail of the crow. The super wasn't amused at the least. I couldn't explain it. Never seen anything like it. We got back in the truck, and drove back to the field office. Pretty tense ride back. Now before I get to the end of this story, this was the early 70's, and the movie Jaws was the big hit. There we were riding, not a word being said! As we got closer to the office we both saw something in big white writing across the road at the gate. We came to a stop. The super got out first, I followed. What was written across the road was "THE JAW"! OH NO! I looked toward the office shack, and my guy was leaning on the shack with a can of paint in his hand. OH NO! The super got more ELEVATED! I didn't last long on that project.
