Art,
Yep, I'm learning, always will be tho'.
Got an interseting email just a bit ago. Kinda fits here.
Like I have said before I fired some folks from my life. Now this email is about some folks that used to be "friends".
I used to work in a mall, many many years ago. Had some tense moments. I have conducted business in malls with some tense moments. Now to further preface - my mom just turned 76. Periphial Neuropathy makes walking - difficult. She share with the aforementioned 'friends' 1) her eldest son does not think she needs to be going to malls by herself [yeah backlash from me mentioning this of course], 2) Ours really do not have much in them to even bother going into one, and 3) all the carjackings and going's on. Again I am blamed for all these "thinkings".
Now the 'friends' - besides more digs in me, snapping that gun, snapping them fingers and with cell phone in hand..."tell you what I'm gonna do if such and such even tried this or that"
Seems the big mouth of the bunch doing all the big talk did in fact go to the mall with a friend. Had to park way out yonder. Hiking in...car pulls alongside, fella gets out , points a gun at the driver, gets handed both purses, and backs out...no plates noted.
I'm not suppose to know, just a mutual person thought I might like to know, the cell phones never got a hand on them , and were in the purses...no time to snap fingers, or smack gun. Both peed themselves and I guess that took the "Tell you what I gonna do" right out of them.
Mom found out another way. Seems mom wants me to use the Internet to order something have it wrapped, and drop shipped.
"Nothing new Mom, want me to name the tense moments or the shoot out in the parking lot again from back in the '70s?".
"No- but be sure I get that free shipping offer you hear?"
"Gotcha covered ..."
Oh ordered them LLBean Ice cream balls. Yep, put the ingredients in 'em, grandkid can roll it on the floor with sibs, and a dog, and make his own ice cream.
I will admit I got to laughing, and spilled my plate of 'tater chips. See the other ice cream ball is for her Sunday School class... age 70 and up , men and women.
You try and keep quiet if you hear your 76 y/o mom say on the phone to a friend " Yeah Sunday School class gonna get a blue ball...".
No wonder I have to fire folks...