This blog is dedicated to the
74-year-old bike rider who was determined to prove that he had the right-away this
week while a tractor-trailer was also rolling through the same intersection. No surprise, I suppose, to learn that the
truck won. No surprise either that Charlotte
County today counts one less stupid biker on the road. And last, and certainly least, no surprise
that this offers a seamless segue into today’s blog.
Below, an oldie, but a goodie, on
the cerebrally challenged among us; I think you’ll laugh anew, as I did:
Stupid people should have to wear
signs that just say, "I'm Stupid." That way you wouldn't rely on
them, would you? You wouldn't ask them anything. It would be like,
"Excuse me . . . oops, never
mind. I didn't see your sign."
It's like before my wife and I
moved. Our house was full of boxes and there was a U-Haul truck in our
driveway. My friend comes over and says, "Hey, you moving?"
"Nope. We just pack our
stuff up once or twice a week to see how many boxes it takes. Here's your
sign."
A couple of months ago I went
fishing with a buddy of mine. We pulled his boat into the dock, I lifted up
this big 'ol stringer of bass and this idiot on the dock goes, "Hey, y'all
catch all them fish?"
"Nope! Talked 'em all into
giving up. Here's your sign."
I was watching one of those
animal shows on the Discovery Channel. There was a guy inventing a shark bite
suit. And there's only one way to test it. "All right Jimmy, you got that
shark suit on and it looks good. Now, jump into this pool of sharks, and you
tell us if it hurts when they bite you."
"Well, all right, but hold
my sign. I don't wanna lose it."
Last time I had a flat tire, I
pulled my truck into a gas station. The attendant walks out, looks at my truck,
looks at me, and I SWEAR he said, "Tire go flat?" I couldn't resist.
I said, "Nope. I was driving around and those other three just swelled
right up on me. Here's your sign."
We were trying to sell our car
about a year ago. A guy came over to the house and drove the car around for
about 45 minutes. We get back to the house, he gets out of the car, reaches
down and grabs the exhaust pipe, then goes, "Darn that's hot!" See?
If he'd been wearing his sign, I could have stopped him.
I learned to drive an 18-wheeler
in my days of adventure. Wouldn't ya know I misjudged the height of a bridge.
The truck got stuck and I couldn't get it out no matter how I tried. I radioed
in for help and eventually a local cop shows up to take the report. He went
through his basic questioning. No problem. I thought for sure he was clear of
needing a sign . . . until he says, "So, is your truck stuck?" I
couldn't help myself! I looked at him, looked back at the rig, then back to him
and said, "No I'm delivering a bridge. Here's your sign!"