It amazes me how many people these days can't follow simple directions. We're not far off the road and seems easy enough but even the second or third time people come out here we have to stand in the road and direct them with a phone.
I'm not so worried about city zombies because Katrina and Sandy have shown they'd never make it out of the city limits on their own. I'm more worried about the dingbat libs who've moved in around us. The latest dingbatty thing was one of them calling up all upset because a bird hit their window and they're just not country folk like me. Was I supposed to chase down the bird and give him a good talking to? I'm assuming the "country" comment was an insult but who called whom over a bird...
Dear Lord, you've done it. I spit beer on the screen through my nose and laughed so hard the catz did a spontaneous abandon ship drill.
/johnny
“The latest dingbatty thing was one of them calling up all upset because a bird hit their window and they’re just not country folk like me. Was I supposed to chase down the bird and give him a good talking to? I’m assuming the “country” comment was an insult but who called whom over a bird..”
Wait ‘till hunting season. Libs freaking out “there are people in the forrest out there shooting GUNS!!! Help!!”
“It amazes me how many people these days can’t follow simple directions.”
Mine is just different. You have to know exactly where to turn already, meaning you have to have been here once, or you won’t get here. Service people who travel this town all the time, can’t find me, either and they will call and tell me where they are, then I have to tell them almost inch by inch to get them to exactly the right place. My friend, who has lived here many years, couldn’t find it, either, the first time she came.
So, I don’t fault people who can’t find this place right in town. When I turn in where my house is, the electric gate closes and it’s like the town is gone as I can’t see it anymore and they can’t see me.
But, when I need to renew my medicine, I drive across the street into the Walgreen parking lot. Then, I drive back across the street to my house and the town is gone again.
It’s like going from the country into town and back to the country in a few minutes. Maybe it’s an alternate universe or an Einstein time warp.
>>> The latest dingbatty thing was one of them calling up all upset because a bird hit their window and they’re just not country folk like me. Was I supposed to chase down the bird and give him a good talking to?
Pray that they acquire their own male cardinal to fight his reflection in a shiny chrome bumper or window.
Visits the same spot every year. Heh...