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*The light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing
> and stopped at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red
> light by accelerating through the intersection.*
>
> *The tailgating woman behind him was furious and honked her horn,
> screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the
> intersection.*
>
> *As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked
> up into the face of a very serious police officer. *
>
> *The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her
> to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted,
> photographed and placed in a holding cell.*
>
> *After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the
> door. *
>
> *She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer
> was waiting with her personal effects.*
>
> *He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind
> your car while you were blowing your horn, giving the guy in front of
> you the finger and cursing at him.*
>
> *I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life'
> licence plate holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School' bumper sticker,
> and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk,

so naturally I assumed you had stolen the car."*

To be sure...... to be sure.....we just love the Irish!!
A painter by the name of Paddy Mc Manus, while not a brilliant scholar, was a gifted portrait artist. Over a short number of years, his fame grew and soon people from all over Ireland were coming to the town of Doolin in County Clare, to get him to paint their likenesses.
One day, a beautiful young English woman arrived at his house in a stretch limo and asked if he would paint her in the nude.
This being the first time anyone had made such a request he was a bit perturbed, particularly when the woman told him that money was no object; in fact, and she was willing to pay up to 10,000 Sterling pounds.
Not wanting to get into any marital strife, he asked her to wait while he went into the house to confer with Elsa, his wife.
In a few minutes he returned. "T'would be me pleasure to paint yer portrait, missus," he said "The wife says it's okay.I'll paint ya in da nude alright, but I have to at least leave me socks on so I have a place to wipe me brushes."

But!!! I'm not. So I have to deal with the punch's of life. Look Out! Here comes that haymaker!!

Since I was on CS last time, what, 6 month's ago I decided to go back to work. I looked around and found a job with a casino named Avi. Here in Bullhead City the town is right on the Colorado River before it leaves the state to flow into Mexico. And right across the river is a town named Laughlin. It was named by the guy who actually developed the area. A man named Don Laughlin. But that's another story so I will continue with what I started.

The job at Avi was fine and suited my "career desire" which was actually just make a few bucks to see the grandkids once in awhile back in California. It worked out well except I was having problems with a couple of guys that were too pushy and bossy. These guys were supposed to train me but they acted like a couple of thugs!

The duty I was performing was simply maintenance. I have had many jobs that required a little bit of savvy but i was never one to push that back on anyone. Here at this casino part of maintenance was sweeping the theaters out. We did this with a small broom and a dust pan. The main idea was to get it as clean as possible. Not the hardest thing to do but these 2 guys were impossible. Leaving a single popcorn under the seat was not acceptable. I had a good laugh at their expense and I told them to relax because one popcorn was not the end of the world. Simply push it back under and we'll get it tomorrow! My thinking is that since the one popcorn won't make the theater look crummy and since we had 7 more to clean let's get it going.

The crew was shorthanded and remained that way to the day I quit. We were pushed for time and the job also required us to have a flashlight in our mouth because we couldn't see everything in the dim lit theaters. And since we were using our hands to manipulate the broom and the pan our mouth's were the only option to hold the flashlights.

I finally had enough and i quit. I don't mind doing a maintenance job but for crying out loud. When there's not enough people to maintain the casino then give us a break. There were maybe 8 employees to clean the whole place and the call off's were impossible. If we had 6 or 7 workers show up we were lucky.

My biggest gripe here was the thinking of companies. Any company. Why is the maintenance job always low pay? The old time mentality was that it took no kind of intelligence to do this job. BUT, let's consider the health problems here. It's easy to contract disease from just about anything in cleaning. We had to have special training in Hazmat cleaning because drunkards get sick and vomit or defecate on the floors sometimes. They dispose of needles in the trash so you have to be careful when picking up trash. And the list goes on.

I had enough and it was time to move on. I can say this for sure, i am glad to have some time off and get back on CS and other blogging. Yeah, it's good to be back!!

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Having a hilarious night here...

I finally agreed to meet someone...he would have been the very first one!

We agreed to go dancing and a little drinking tonight

Went to my day time work, hurried back home late afternoon, shaved, did my nails and waited for the big moment while we were exchanging messages.

He said to take my time and enjoy dinner with my son and friends coz the fun won't be till late and just text him when I'm ready so I assumed we will go late.

I attended a Bible study with my friends, I told him I'll be offline for an hour but the Bible study finished a bit late then texted him that I'm ready and prefer to meet him in a roundabout near me...I mentioned a donut shop. He asked if we're going to have donuts, I said I won't mind if he fancy some eclair and they sell coffee too( I was joking! He got pissed off, he said he want to drink and dance so I said OK, I simply suggested we meet in the donut shop because I've never been to this place he's planning to take me, from this roundabout we can go to this disco place. He said, he didn't know the place and he's taking taxi and would feel like an idiot walking around looking for me He said wanted us to take a taxi coz he wanted to drink so I said I will drive when he's intoxicated, he said he wanted us both to drink.

He lashed out at me for being late and being dishonest about the Bible study, we started arguing...and we haven't even met yet ffs! so I told him to get some sleep and called the whole thing off.

Took off my clothes, grabbed my laptop and posted a blog..boy, feels good be here

Goodnight, Shawn!

Say what you like about keys or keys. The only keys are the keys, right?

If you don't agree, then keys my arse!

This is why Seniors should listen to their Doctor’s instructions.

I went to my nearby CVS Pharmacy, straight to the back, where the Pharmacists' high counter is located.

I took out my little brown bottle, along with a teaspoon, and set them up on the counter.

The Pharmacist came over, smiled, and asked if he could help me. I said, "Yes! Could you please taste this for me?

Seeing a senior citizen, the Pharmacist went along.

He took the spoon, put a tiny bit of the liquid on it, put it on his tongue and swilled it around.

Then, with a stomach-churning look on his face, he spat it out on the floor and began coughing.

When he was finally finished, I looked him right in the eye and asked, “Now, does that taste sweet to you?"

The Pharmacist, shaking his head back and forth with a venomous look in his eyes yelled, "HELL NO!!!"

I said, "Oh, thank God! That's a real relief! My doctor told me to have a Pharmacist test my urine for sugar!"

I can never go back to that CVS, but I really don't care, because they aren't very friendly there anymore!

During a recent Trump stop, a heckler from the audience hollered, "Hey Trump, where are you hiding your tax returns?
The Donald politely responded,
"I've found a very secure place that I'm certain they won't be found.”

The insistent heckler, then shouted, "And just where is that?

The Donald smiled and said,

"They are underneath Obama's college records, his passport application, his immigration status as a student, his funding sources to pay for college, his college records, and his Selective Service registration.

"What's your next question?"