I’d been working in the garage most of the morning from sun-up, remodeling, putting up new industrial shelving, etc. I went out to go shooting and ended up helping a stranded motorist who rolled a side-by-side instead.
I may have looked a bit peeved not to have been able to shoot. Thus the comment that I looked mean. But I still helped. Mean and all. In the mountains, you stop and help people who are in trouble because that’s likely all the help they’ll get. Because they had trouble out of cell phone range, they have a walk if I hadn’t stopped. Maybe it’s about being a good Samaritan but I really didn’t think of the good book when I stopped.
Mail Bag – The Weekend is Upon Us:
Jules wrote – Bloody Hell! I can’t even fold a fitted sheet when I’m sober!
I’ll bake you a cake with a file in it to aid in your escape from custody.
DRJIM commented – Induce labor? This her first?
Indeed it is. And because she is my youngest, and “the baby” even though she’s 27, there is a lot of concern for everyone’s wellbeing. She has had some health issues with the pregnancy (not major) and the medical team feels that it’s better if they induce now.
“Car-B-Que” down in Golden put on by Hagerty, my old car insurer. I get to rub elbows with Ferrari owners!
I’m green with envy.
Jim confesses – My wife can fold a fitted sheet so she’s fine, but it looks like I’m going to jail.
You’ll be in the cell next to me. The time will pass. We can talk guns. Likely we’ll object to being released because it will interrupt the discussion.
RHT447 recalls his time under the standard –
When I went through Army basic, we had a Puerto Rican Drill Sergeant who took great glee in hollering at us on laundry day “Chu peeples get chore cheets togeder!”
What happens when you goose a ghost? You get a hand full of sheet.
Joetote admits – Folding a fitted sheet is my idea of terror when my wife doesn’t like the way it looks.
What married man has not felt those icy fingers of fear creeping up his yellow spine? And then there is the additional fear that she will say, “fine”…
WSF explains – Since I’ve never, not once, tried to fold a fitted sheet I would fail. Reminds me of an excuse the first Seahawk coach, Jack Pateria, gave when he failed a roadside sobriety check. “If you were wearing new cowboy boots, and had as many knee operations as me, you couldn’t walk a straight line either”.
The only good excuse is no excuse at all. Arrest them all, let the judge sort them out.
Al Gore predicted the end of white bears (who would have died of shame at being white) by 2014, the same year we’d see the end of Arctic ice. It’s wonderful that we have oracles like Al Gore to listen to. AOC is another great oracle, who has her bartender credentials to fall back on if anyone questions her.
Brig wrote – That she doesn’t fold the fitted sheet. Just stores it in a pillow case.
I’d agree, but it doesn’t quite fit the ‘ship shape and Bristol fashion standard. It also doesn’t mean keel hauling, being flogged around the fleet, walking the plank, or kissing the gunner’s daughter, though. What works, works.