[Yesterday’s Grif.Net on “Neighborhoods” left out the IDIOTS who live there.
We’ve all run into them]
A new resident of a semi-rural area called the local township administrative
office to request the removal of the ‘Deer Crossing’ sign on our road. The
reason? “Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don’t think this is
a good place for them to be crossing anymore.”
A friend went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the person
behind the counter for “minimal lettuce.” He said he was sorry, but they
only had iceberg.
I was at the airport, checking in at the gate, when an airport employee
asked, “Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge? To
which I replied, “If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?” He
smiled knowingly and nodded, “That’s why we ask.”
The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it’s safe to cross the street. I was
crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I
knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when
the light is red. Appalled, she responded, “What on earth are blind people
doing driving?”
At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker who was leaving the
company due to “downsizing”, the manager commented cheerfully, “This is fun.
We should do this more often.” Not another word was spoken.
When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our
car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service
department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver’s
side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the
door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. “Hey,” I announced to the
technician, “its open!” His reply, “I know – I already got that side.”
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Dr Bob Griffin
“Jesus knows me, this I love”