Well, I decided to have some fun. I'm hanging out in the parking lot at WalMart with a pad of sticky notes. Every few minutes I slip out and put a sticky note of someone's vehicle that reads: "Sorry about the damage." Then I wait and watch from a safe distance as they inspect every inch of their vehicle looking for the "damage".
Next, I'm gonna find an outhouse and count flies.
Too wet to cut hay? 😉
When we were kids, in a very small town in Chaffee County, Colorado, we use to walk down and watch the only signal light in town change..
And we always knew when it was time to go home..the town's ONLY policeman would stop by the switch cabinet at 10PM and change the light to flash red on Main St. and yellow on the highway.
Life was simpler then...
“I'm hanging out in the parking lot at WalMart”
Down here in “World, World” (3 tee shirts for $7) if you were to “hang out” in a WalMart parking lot you would most likely be arrested, raped, robbed, shot, and/or run over by a renegade circus midget in a WalMart scooter or worse. (Not necessarily in that order)!
😉
Don
Metropolitan Paden
OMG! I didn't realize you were one of those big city types. My nearest town had one stop sign. Just one. The other three directions weren't expected to stop. The next nearest town had one of those four-way lights that hung out in the middle of THE INTERSECTION suspended by cables. All four lights were yellow at all times. I remember playing kick-the-can on Main Street one night after the 4-H meeting under THE STREET LIGHT. Kick that sucker a bit too far from the light and the game ground to a halt until someone showed up with a flashlight.
And, I shudder when I recall the little thugs that thought cow tipping was fun.
Metropolitan Paden
Big City...hmmm.
The first through third grade was in one class, and the fourth through seventh grade was in another. Forty kids in all. The population in winter was 350.
But I guess it was "big city". We had a theater, "The Pearl". We had a liquor store, the "White House". We had a restaurant, Gionelli's "Green Parrot". Hell, we had a courthouse 'cuz we was the County Seat!
There was a log cabin that sat by the "town lake" that was a library. And we had two gas stations! The Conoco was there by the light and another smaller garage on the south end of town. There was even a full time doctor that moved his office in town. Before that we had to go to Leadville for a doctor..
I'm gonna have to rethink my roots...I guess I was "uptown" and didn't even know it!B-)
Try this note: "I know who you are and I saw what you did."
My jokes are like hot women; they can be hard to get and when you do, they are not as good as what you expected.
B-)
Next weekend for sure!
That's a winner.
What am I doing this weekend!!???
Steam cleaning vehicle upholstery. Ripped out the seats, taken out the carpet and pressure washed it, wiping down interior..what a beating.
Thanks for the humor, just thinking to myself that, if I tried the sticky note thingy at Wally World, here in Houston, I would have to be able to pen these notes in; Vietnamese, Arabic, Spanish..I don't think the whole thing would work here.
What am I doing this weekend!!???
Have not a clue as to how one would spell out "egamad eht tuoba yrros" in Arabic.
My attempt to communicate in Spanish would probably go a lot like the episode of Leave It To Beaver when The Beav found out that Eddie Haskell knew some Spanish. He begged Eddie to teach him how to say "You are beautiful" so he could impress a certain female classmate. Eddie taught him how to say "You are a pig" instead.
More Wal-Mart fun...
Money Penny gets a kick out of doing this at Wal-Mart. It's a hoot to get an older couple shopping together...
I have to admit we haven't pulled one off in years. That's due to the fact that it is almost impossible to get me inside a Wal-Mart.
Sounds like my old hometown. We had one traffic light in the whole county. I was there last summer and now there are three. The town limit sign with population hasn't changed much either. The one I have (someone gave it to me I swear!) shows 4100.
The one I saw during my visit now shows 4500. Except for the subdivision my Dad built and finally got annexed into the town about 15 years ago, I don't see where it really grew any. The whole subdivision was about 50 acres with about 20 houses now (I think). In fact he was selling off the last lot when I was there. We were out for lunch one day his attorney bud strolls by and they starting talking it. Not knowing who I was he was kind of dancing around details until Dad realized it and explained who I was and that he could talk openly around me. He apologized to me and had a seat and they kept on with the discussion. He knew who I was after that but I don't recall us ever meeting. I knew who he was but only probably from talking with Dad on the phone.
Next day at the same diner he drags me out for his regular afternoon meet up with his buddies. About 8 or so local fellers - couple of attorneys, a local federal district court judge and some others. I knew them all but only one did I recognize right away. He hadn't changed a bit. Lord knows when I saw him last (30 years maybe). The feller next to me Dad introduces as "Digger". Hell, I've known him and his wife since I was wee kid in the late 60s. Later on the way home Dad explains who "Digger" is and I felt bad I didn't recognize him.
Guess I'm that long-lost son everyone hears about but don't come to visit.
Uncle Jim introduced me to his Am. Legion buddies in a similar way: "my long-lost nephew who never comes to visit". First thing they all wanted to know "are you a good Palmer or a bad Palmer". Uncles Jim and Greg are regulars there so they wanted to know where I fit in. They took me right in like they'd known me all my life. What a fun time ...and yes, I actually did get a t-shirt - DAV post #7 out of Effingham, IL.
:good: :good: 😀
Cheers,
Henry
>"I know who you are and I saw what you did."
And if the wrong person sees you putting this on their car, you won't be around long.
