My phone rings at the office. It's my older sister. She lives outside of Atlanta. I usually am pretty busy at the office but I had handed over the reins to my successor before taking over my new office in Nashville, so I had some time.
Hello?
Hey! How are you? Are you near a computer?
Yes. What's up?
I'm not lost, well, I lost the directions.
**Blank stare**
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My pracitioner sits down in his office chair heavily with a big sigh. He logs into his bank account AGAIN. He sighs AGAIN.
Then he says, "Where is my stimulator check?"
**Snort**
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I'm in the drive thru for dinner. (This is becoming a pattern, I'm going to have to start running the stairs at lunch!) Two cars ahead of me a lady is leaning so far out her car window I think she is going to fall out. She is YELLING into the speaker about her coupons. Asking how many of ______ she can get for x of coupons. Asking which is the better deal, etc. I began to watch the clock. Finally after 9 full minutes of this consultation she pulls on up. I realize that when you're at the speaker it's YOUR time to order what you wish, but for Pete's sake! When you have THAT many questions, GO INSIDE. The drive thru is for people who can make their decision in a small amount of time and don't need to let the cashier READ their coupon so they can help you make your purchase.
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I heard a radio advertisement for a very popular online dating service the other morning.
The ad touted one of the benefits of signing up as mentoring by their "top member". I was so confused... Isn't the idea behind this service to get matched up with your soul mate and get the heck off the site? Becoming a top member is NOT the goal... RIGHT???
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My honey said smacked of him being an ass. I laughed because he is a funny ass. He turned around and told me he was an asshole. To which I said:
"Admitting it is the first step to recover, honey."
His reply?
"Oh there will be no recovery. Of that you can be sure."
LOL!
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I was leaving my hometown downtown last week and saw this:
parked in a handicapped slot at the local bank.
That begs the question, CAN you park in a handicapped spot if you're driving a tractor?
The world may never know....
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