Odds and Ends

I was leaving a building this morning and noticed a lady about to get into her bright red BMW convertible. The car was polished to the “9’s” and I couldn’t resist saying something to compliment her neat looking set up.

“You might as well let me call a cop to write you a speeding ticket as hot as that car looks”. Most folks would smile and glow a bit; not this lady.

“I already got a speeding ticket down the street on my way here”. Oh, well; the car really did look great.

The other night we got to watch the grandkids and the first thing JJ noticed was the green CERT hard hat which Lucy earned by completing the first responder’s course. There’s a strapped on flash light so you can keep both hands free to work while directing an intense beacon of light. JJ knew right away that it had to be a mine digger’s hat, perfect in case we had a cave or a mine nearby.

Lucy suggested a walk to look at the bridge which was nearing completion ; the ribbon cutting ceremony is scheduled for Wednesday afternoon. JJ had the hat just in case they stumbled on to or into a mine he’d be ready. Jocelyne was just as excited at the sight of JJ wearing the mine digging hat. “We have one!” she wasn’t sure what we had but what ever it was we had one.

They spotted several man-hole covers and drain entrances; but JJ was told they weren’t mines and that he shouldn’t go down there because of the snakes. Having a mine digger’s hat complete with lamp is important; more so than I ever would have imagined.

If you’re a fan of Rush Hour movies, in the second Rush Hour, Chris Tucker’s character takes Jackie Chan to a “brother’s” billiard parlor/bar. Tucker’s use of the language between brothers, unacceptable in our PC society of mixed races, is interpreted as, “While in Rome…” Jackie Chan attempted to establish a conversation with the bartender and called him over with the exact same vocabulary.

“What’d you just say?” Too late and not having a clue as to why the “brother” was angry, Jackie repeated the same phrase and nearly caused a riot; bar stools flying, billiard sticks broken and anything else not nailed down; all because he used a grouping of words which sounded a whole lot like, “What’s up Mine Digger”.

This afternoon I was picking up something at one of the parts departments of a car dealership and happened to notice how an avid fisherman sees life. The antenna on his pickup truck had been made to look like a fishing rod complete with reel, line and even a fish hook that looped into the line feed loops. I gotta’ get some of these for some folks I know who’d rather take the day off and get fired rather than pass up a chance to go fishing.