Wayland came in this morning carrying an armload of books and papers. I had not realized until then that Venus City Police Department requires homework of their officers. Wayland was mumbling something about "Matt Dillon never had to do homework." I had seen Dillon poring over Wanted Posters, but that is basically just looking at the pictures. I couldn't even swear that Matt Dillon could read and write. I can, however, swear that Wayland can read AND write, as I saw him, with my own eyes, doing both this morning. He would read awhile, then write awhile. He was copying something off of a printed piece of paper, and I suggested that he could save a lot of reading and writing if he'd just put the paper into Carols printer and make a copy. He said he had to keep his hand in with journals, because he moonlights with Merriam Websters writing the series of books: Merriam Websters Eleventh Edition: Aardvarks to Zygotene:How To Catch One, And How To Understand The Other.(the stage of meioticprophase which immediately follows the leptotene and during which synapsis of homologous chromosomes occurs.) I can see where that knowledge would be tremendously useful.
Ya'll probably know that Chester and Sally are in Lower South Cabo San Lucas, where they maintain another residence just in case it were to ever get hot in Texas, however remote that possibility may be. You may not know that Chester plays golf. Sally seems to have better sense, and spends her time up there trying to educate Hells Angels on how to ride a motorcycle. Chester had a golfing accident on the way to the golf course. He had dressed in the required checked short pants and pullover checked sweater, told his caddy which bag of clubs was his, since he can't lift them anymore, and headed for the links,(not to be confused with a link on a computer where you get from here to there really quickly.) On the way to the first hole, Chester stumbled over a golf tee and fell on his wrist, spraining it badly enough that he could not play golf, but not so bad that his golf buddy's had to miss 18 holes of golf just to take Chester to the emergency room. It was decided that if he (Chester) stayed on the golf cart in the shade of the canopy, drank a Texas tea glass of Chivas Regal, and only used one arm to drive the cart, the group could finish 18 holes of golf, and have a drink in the clubhouse before having to drive him to the hospital. Ya'll be sure to ask Chester how that worked out when you see him. (They DO NOT give drunk driving tickets in South Cabo San Lucas if you MUST drive the cart around the links to see that EVERYONE's clubs get to each hole when the golfer does.)
Darlene's niece Barbara was about to set a bad precedent by meeting the waitress (Pat) halfway to the coffee machine. When Jim said he would hit her on the knee with his crutch if we would bring her to him, Barbara decided that she would rather not limp like the rest of us, so she turned around and made Pat come to her.
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Monday, June 27, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
TRUE ???? # 35
Ya'll remember now that Chester and Sally are gone up to yankee land, you may feel free to talk about them as much as you want to, and they will never probably never possibly never maybe never most likely never could might very well could probably will with absolute certainty will find out about it, so be careful what you say.
Pat was making this funny motion this morning, and said something about this "rotatey thing-a-ma-jig". Pat was with the Wild Bunch, and as I am a "honorary Wild Bunch member", I can sit in the booth next to them when they have commandeered my table, so I was in close proximity. Sheridan asked me if I was getting anything for "TRUE", and I said I was going to have to find out what a "rotatey thing-a-ma-jig" was. Jim and Sharon both said she was talking about a bar-b-que rotisserie. As I am writing this for TRUE, we all know I must be absolutely accurate, so I dug out my copy of " Merriam-Webster's Eleventh Edition of Colloquialisms- How To Use Them, When To Use Them, and What They Mean".
Under "Rotatey thing-a-ma-jig", it says: "A spit, through a beef, buffalo, elk, moose, hog, or other large animal, that is turned with a handcrank to rotate the animal over the fire." On the other hand,The hippo,on a spit, differs in that the spit is a section of railroad track, bent appropriately and turned with an internal combustion engine, usually a 6 cylinder Chevrolet, which has the perfect engine RPM at full throttle to rotate a hippo, and is called a "Rotatey whatcha-ma-callit." Say what you will, but Pat knows her Colleywhynots, which is aWest Texas colloquialism for "Colloquialism".
*Carol didn't tell me what we are calling this, so I guess I'll just have to make up a name, hard as that is to do. A get together, similar to the pot luck supper we had *last November. Each person brings something, and three dollars. Last time we had like 73 people sign up, and 64 showed up and had a great time and a lot of *good food. If you made it in November, you know it's worth your time and effort, so if you didn't make the last one, be sure to get there for this replay. July 3,2011 *, at The Rendon Cafe, after hours. That is a Sunday, after 6:00 P.M. The night BEFORE the 4th of July, so you can still make your 4th celebration, unless you are *having it in D.C., which would be like a jail sentence.This one will be called The Day Before The 4th Of July Celebration Celebration, or TDBT4thOJCC for *short. Sign up at the Cafe.
Carol and James have acquired a GHOST at their house. It shuffles the dogs around where they are not supposed to be. I can see all kinds of problems with a ghost at your house, BUT. It would be cool if there was a ghost at the Cafe. We would be patronizing the only cafe in the Lone Star State that had its OWN ghost. Think of the fun we could have when Chester gets back and finds a ghost sitting at his booth. We could call Ghostbusters. Hell, we could BE Ghostbusters. In nice weather, Roy could drive the ghost around in his street rod. People would follow him to the cafe. When the Ben E. Keith delivery gets to the cafe, we could have the ghost make the delivery man unload the truck, and James could sit with his feet up and drink coffee. I heard Curtis say he would volunteer to help the ghost if he could "borrow" the ghost one night a week. Sounds like somebody might owe Curtis money. Sheridan, can you put a spell on a ghost? If so, we Really NEED a ghost!!!
Since it does take some effort to sort the real truth from the maybe truth, from this day forth, if you see a star * next to something, it is to be taken as the absolute truth. No s!!!
**Alpine Shooting Range is for Sale, if you happen to be needing a shooting Range. Even if you don't need a shooting range, Alpine is still for sale. A $3,500,000.00 investment would earn you about $300,000.00 a year in income. Think about it, Sheridan. That would be better than giving all your money to Oklahoma.
Before Curtis wears out the legs on my chair so it would only be tall enough for my chin to reach the table, I'd like to suggest that he use his handy-man talents and put wheels on his chair, and my chair. That would make the both of them much easier to move. We could also have chair races, as long as the wheels had good bearings and didn't make much noise, so Carol couldn't catch us. I can see where that might be a problem, since there would likely be wagers involved, and and a crowd cheering on "Their guy" would certainly alert Carol, unless we could make her believe everyone is cheering a football game on the radio. I can see where that might be a problem if it's not football season. We could open an indoor shooting range in the back room, and the gunfire would mask wheel noise AND cheering. And we could sell tickets.
While I had the Merriam-Webster out, I checked to see if there was a colloquialism for what Carol was doing Friday night. She had that pastry decorating bag out and was busily applying cake icing to her mouth and tongue. Of course she was not actually touching the frosting thingy to her mouth or tongue, but applying a white frosting from about a foot away. The girl is damned accurate with that thing. I kept expecting her to squeeze frosting in her eyes or up her nose, but she kept it all on her tongue or lips so it could be wiped off with her tongue. Websters says that is called "Frostingy Thingy Applique". Her degree of accuracy is only ½ smidgeon away from a Doctorate in Frostingy Thingy Applique Extraordinairre. As soon as she can apply that frosting with the right hand while simultaneously hitting a man sized target with a 9mm with her left hand, she can be called Doctor Carol Wells, FTAE.
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Sunday, May 8, 2011
TRUE # 34
TRUE ???? # 34
The other day I happened to notice that my name was misspelled on the B'day board. Spelled with an er instead of a ur. Not being a picky person, I simply asked Sheridan if she would put a curse on whatever blackhearted person spelled my front name with an "er" instead of the correct "ur". Then Sharon , sitting right there with Sheridan, spoke up and said she was the one who had spelled it wrong, and she was very sorry, but she thought it was spelled with an er rather than a ur. Of course I immediately foregave her, but by the time Sharon started talking, Sheridan was already into her curse, so now Sharon, whose name is Eller, spells it with a "ur" instead of an "er", so until the curse wears off at Halloween, Sharon will spell her name Ellur instead of Eller. Sheridan is very fast with curses, though she would like to not be a witch.
Bob Cole needs some dynamite to get rid of some bees in one of his buildings. I told him dynamite might be a little hard on the building, but he said shooting them just takes too long.
Chester was trying to improve his night vision. I told him that taking off his sunshades would help some, but he wanted to try just driving everywhere in reverse. Something to do with the negative tint on the back glass of his Chrysler. That seemed to be working, but this belligerent tree kept trying to run him down. Despite Chester's dodging, twisting, and turning, the tree finally got him. Chester's keychain landing light prevented the damage to the Chrysler from being worse by directing its brilliant beam into the eyes of the owl that was driving the tree, thereby slowing the tree down some. That McGuyver keychain comes in really handy sometimes.
Carol was letting Linda try a taste of beef stew before ordering, as Linda had a tooth pulled a couple of days ago, and chewing was really painful, and she thought she might have to order mush for dinner Friday night. Carol put a piece of meat in a bowl to see if Linda could chew it without too much pain and/or difficulty. Linda gave it a try, and pronounced that piece of meat a piece of carrot. Curtis laughed, Pat laughed, and I nearly showered everyone close by with coffee trying to keep from laughing. Carol said she had not realized she couldn't tell the difference between carrots and meat. Here's what I think happened.
Carol has been baking pies almost non-stop for days to make sure everybody's Mother has a happy Mother's day. I think an amalgam of fumes from strawberries, peaches, pecans, coconut, peanut butter, chocolate, cream, apples, apricot, lemon, key lime, banana split, buttermilk, and Oreo's has effected Carol's vision to the point she might, for a short time, mistake a piece of carrot for a piece of meat. I don't think we have anything to worry about, as she makes neither carrot pies or meat pies.
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
TRUE ???? # 33
In the last issue, I did not relate a heroic act by Chester saving a damsel in distress, thinking to save him possible embarrassment from people fawning over him and offering to buy him drinks, etc, etc. etc. I believe enough time has now passed that I can relate his deed, and state that because of his heroic actions I have recommended him to be knighted, whence he will become Sir Chester of Rendon.
As Virginia was leaving the cafe, she jumped back and screamed "Chester, come here. Quick."
Chester vaulted out of his booth and ran for the door, jumping over a table on the way. He skidded to a stop in the doorway just short of colliding with Virginia, and was immediately attacked by a spider wielding a switchblade knife.
Chester quickly took off one of his tenny runners and blocked a vicious slash from the blade. As you all know, Chester refuses to carry a gun to deal with spiders and snakes and criminals bent on robbery and such, but he employs his car keys as weapons, a la McGuyver. In very short order he had the spider subdued, and if you have not gotten a good look at Chester's keyring, there are 4 VERY small pairs of handcuffs there to deal with those 8 legged varmints, so Chester cuffed the arachnid to the front door knob.
He and Virginia started back to the booth, Chester on his cell phone calling the sheriff's office, whenCarol came out of the kitchen, marched to the front door, and after making sure she had a clear field of fire, she emptied her 9mm into the spider. After a quick call to Doors R' Us, Carol said to the customers at large: "We don't take prisoner's".
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Sunday, April 10, 2011
TRUE ???? # 32
TRUE ???? # 32
Carol closed up shop for one day to attend a food convention. I think the girls also attended, tho I have not been told whether coercion was a factor. Carol entered into negotiations with Ben E. Keith for some hippopotamus for the cafe, and they kept telling her "it's out of season, or regulations won't permit, or we can't find Africa, and other such nonsense until Carol finally laid down the law, and said "You will either supply Rendon Cafe with the hippo's we need, or you will furnish Rendon Cafe employees with Ben E. Keith T shirts in perpetuity, or until Curtis shoots a hippo, whichever comes first." The fact that the girls are wearing those T shirts shows just how Carol can't be trifled with.
Sheridan heard that you can clean your eyeglasses in a washing machine just like you can your socks, so she gave it a try, but said she won't do it again cause it made her nose hurt.
Chester came in with very dark glasses on, saying his doctor told him not to get in the sun without those glasses. Roy said he always knows what's going on with Chester by looking in his eyes, so now his only guage is how much Chester's head is glowing.
Heather passed by my coffee cup (which was by the way, laying on it's side) 3 times before she noticed it. When she picked it up, I said "Not to worry. It's only been 22 minutes on it's side," whereupon she immediately took the clock off the wall in the kitchen. Now Carol thinks Burt is a clock watcher.
Roy said before he dies, he wants an electric car, and a windmill to generate his own electricity. He read TRUE ???? for the first time that day, so if he decides to read another issue, here's how he can solve his problem.
First thing to do is strip down a car to get rid of all the excess weight, such as engine, transmission, differential, mufflers, catalytic converters, gas tank, brakes, etc. Some of the essentials you won't want to be without, such as cup holders and air conditioner, which will of course have to be converted to A.C. Mount your windmill directly to the car, putting one leg of the tower over each of the 4 wheels on the car, for equal weight distribution. Don't skimp on the duct tape, as you want a solid hookup. Buy 167 Mag Lite flashlights. They are extremely strong, and very light weight, which is what we want. Each of those Mags holds 4 Dcell batteries, which will power your CD player, and the windmill will recharge the batteries, wired up with baling wire. The windmill provides the power to make the car go, with some power left over. The only drawback to this design, is in the delivery of the windmills power to your house to make the lights work.
This will require that you move to West Texas so there is ample wind to generate electricity as well as push the car. Be sure you have an ample supply of extension cord, so you won't get caught out somewhere without enough cord to reach your house from wherever you might happen to be, else your lights might go out at home.
Curtis told me this morning that he missed a coyote. With a rifle. With a scope on it. Do you think it might be just barely possible that the reason he hasn't gotten a hippopotamus is because ????????????????
I know it seems hard to believe, but Curtis found a rock in the parking lot and brought it into the cafe. I suggested we have a celebration, but Curtis thought his rock wasn't pesentable enough for celebration, so he asked James if he would wash the rock. James replied "of course" and took said rock into the kitchen. He returned shortly with a rock with a shine on it, and a smile on it's face, which it now has. Since Curtis had ripped the rock away from all it's kith and kin, James, to make sure it wasn't lonely or homesick, ensconced it in a bed of lettuce, and you could tell by the smile on it's face it thought it was back in a field. A fieldstone, as it were.
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Carol closed up shop for one day to attend a food convention. I think the girls also attended, tho I have not been told whether coercion was a factor. Carol entered into negotiations with Ben E. Keith for some hippopotamus for the cafe, and they kept telling her "it's out of season, or regulations won't permit, or we can't find Africa, and other such nonsense until Carol finally laid down the law, and said "You will either supply Rendon Cafe with the hippo's we need, or you will furnish Rendon Cafe employees with Ben E. Keith T shirts in perpetuity, or until Curtis shoots a hippo, whichever comes first." The fact that the girls are wearing those T shirts shows just how Carol can't be trifled with.
Sheridan heard that you can clean your eyeglasses in a washing machine just like you can your socks, so she gave it a try, but said she won't do it again cause it made her nose hurt.
Chester came in with very dark glasses on, saying his doctor told him not to get in the sun without those glasses. Roy said he always knows what's going on with Chester by looking in his eyes, so now his only guage is how much Chester's head is glowing.
Heather passed by my coffee cup (which was by the way, laying on it's side) 3 times before she noticed it. When she picked it up, I said "Not to worry. It's only been 22 minutes on it's side," whereupon she immediately took the clock off the wall in the kitchen. Now Carol thinks Burt is a clock watcher.
Roy said before he dies, he wants an electric car, and a windmill to generate his own electricity. He read TRUE ???? for the first time that day, so if he decides to read another issue, here's how he can solve his problem.
First thing to do is strip down a car to get rid of all the excess weight, such as engine, transmission, differential, mufflers, catalytic converters, gas tank, brakes, etc. Some of the essentials you won't want to be without, such as cup holders and air conditioner, which will of course have to be converted to A.C. Mount your windmill directly to the car, putting one leg of the tower over each of the 4 wheels on the car, for equal weight distribution. Don't skimp on the duct tape, as you want a solid hookup. Buy 167 Mag Lite flashlights. They are extremely strong, and very light weight, which is what we want. Each of those Mags holds 4 Dcell batteries, which will power your CD player, and the windmill will recharge the batteries, wired up with baling wire. The windmill provides the power to make the car go, with some power left over. The only drawback to this design, is in the delivery of the windmills power to your house to make the lights work.
This will require that you move to West Texas so there is ample wind to generate electricity as well as push the car. Be sure you have an ample supply of extension cord, so you won't get caught out somewhere without enough cord to reach your house from wherever you might happen to be, else your lights might go out at home.
Curtis told me this morning that he missed a coyote. With a rifle. With a scope on it. Do you think it might be just barely possible that the reason he hasn't gotten a hippopotamus is because ????????????????
I know it seems hard to believe, but Curtis found a rock in the parking lot and brought it into the cafe. I suggested we have a celebration, but Curtis thought his rock wasn't pesentable enough for celebration, so he asked James if he would wash the rock. James replied "of course" and took said rock into the kitchen. He returned shortly with a rock with a shine on it, and a smile on it's face, which it now has. Since Curtis had ripped the rock away from all it's kith and kin, James, to make sure it wasn't lonely or homesick, ensconced it in a bed of lettuce, and you could tell by the smile on it's face it thought it was back in a field. A fieldstone, as it were.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
TRUE ???? # 31
TRUE???? # 31
Once again, Pat has come through, and the results of The Wild Bunch background checks are in. We know with certainty that Pat would not lie, so here they are, from her research to my computer, un edited and unvarnished.
JIM ELLER-unblemished record. 6 aliases have checkered pasts, however. Big Jim Relle, the worst of them, was once a used-car salesman and con man. He has remained unconvicted, but used car salesman is a heavy burden.
SHARON ELLER-that name is clean, but Shoran Relle, in college, snorted Dr.Pepper, and smoked a 5 coffee blend. She wrote an underground paper called: "I'm a pepper, wouldn't you like to be a pepper too"?
JIM H & DARLENE H-Not too bad under their real names, but Pat gave up after finding 16 aliases and only listed the worst. Mr. and Mrs. Happygolucky sold gold mines, promising "there is no gold in them, but you MIGHT find sawdust, which we all know is the platinum of the future."
JAY SMITH is the alias, whose real name is Norville Pelosi, and he's desperately trying to live it down. He would have pretended adoption, but then he would have been a Clinton.
LISA- Jay Smiths "strong arm" girl, who hands Jay a bullet to bite every time someone mentions "Pelosi". He bit through so many .45's, she now uses .50 BMG.
CHESTER R-this is another unblemished name, but when the name Mr. Dillon comes up, this barber shows up and shaves everybody's head, then sets fire to the hair. They can't pin him down, cause he knows every fireman on the planet.
SALLY R-yet another name with no strikes, but of her 11 aliases, Wonder Woman is an outlaw biker who rides the "owlhoot trail" with known Hell's Angels. She was incarcerated once, but got out by pretending not to know Chester.
SHARON V-(possibly an undercover Homeland Security Agent, assigned to keep tabs on the pyromaniac barber.) She is not allowed a firearm and live ammo, but must throw rocks.
SHERIDAN-Turns out she really IS a witch. Has beat the rap no fewer than 73 times over the last 409 years. When asked to show I.D., she's fond of showing her first drivers license, which has an issue date of 1617.
JERI B-One of Sheridans "familiars", who has been instrumental in getting Sheridan freed 68 of those times. She would have a perfect "freed" record, but was vacationing in the South of France those other times.
DONDE----A "witch-in-training", helps keep Sheridan from "the Stake". She will get her "Witches Wings with Cauldron Cluster" in 2020.
PAT J & NELLIE J-were once suspected of "fixing" a horse race. Charges could not be brought because the horse in question LOST the race. They claimed they were trying to fix the horse, not the race. The horse had a 2.380 blood alcohol content.
Last but not least, Pat has confided that she hopes to retain her position in the Wild Bunch, since she IS the daughter of some of them. She is related to some of them. She is lifelong friends to ALL of them. She only did what she is paid to do; she is a professional, after all. She believes her transgressions will be forgiven, and though the "bunch" might decide a light punishment is in order, she hopes her relativity will be taken into consideration, and she is a professional, after all. it will be nothing more than a light beating about the head and shoulders, she is a professional, after all, and her OWN background check was included in the report to me.
This is the UNEDITED background check on PAT R.
PAT R- Back to the day of her birth, nothing was found that would indicate that she is anything less than pure as the driven snow.
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Once again, Pat has come through, and the results of The Wild Bunch background checks are in. We know with certainty that Pat would not lie, so here they are, from her research to my computer, un edited and unvarnished.
JIM ELLER-unblemished record. 6 aliases have checkered pasts, however. Big Jim Relle, the worst of them, was once a used-car salesman and con man. He has remained unconvicted, but used car salesman is a heavy burden.
SHARON ELLER-that name is clean, but Shoran Relle, in college, snorted Dr.Pepper, and smoked a 5 coffee blend. She wrote an underground paper called: "I'm a pepper, wouldn't you like to be a pepper too"?
JIM H & DARLENE H-Not too bad under their real names, but Pat gave up after finding 16 aliases and only listed the worst. Mr. and Mrs. Happygolucky sold gold mines, promising "there is no gold in them, but you MIGHT find sawdust, which we all know is the platinum of the future."
JAY SMITH is the alias, whose real name is Norville Pelosi, and he's desperately trying to live it down. He would have pretended adoption, but then he would have been a Clinton.
LISA- Jay Smiths "strong arm" girl, who hands Jay a bullet to bite every time someone mentions "Pelosi". He bit through so many .45's, she now uses .50 BMG.
CHESTER R-this is another unblemished name, but when the name Mr. Dillon comes up, this barber shows up and shaves everybody's head, then sets fire to the hair. They can't pin him down, cause he knows every fireman on the planet.
SALLY R-yet another name with no strikes, but of her 11 aliases, Wonder Woman is an outlaw biker who rides the "owlhoot trail" with known Hell's Angels. She was incarcerated once, but got out by pretending not to know Chester.
SHARON V-(possibly an undercover Homeland Security Agent, assigned to keep tabs on the pyromaniac barber.) She is not allowed a firearm and live ammo, but must throw rocks.
SHERIDAN-Turns out she really IS a witch. Has beat the rap no fewer than 73 times over the last 409 years. When asked to show I.D., she's fond of showing her first drivers license, which has an issue date of 1617.
JERI B-One of Sheridans "familiars", who has been instrumental in getting Sheridan freed 68 of those times. She would have a perfect "freed" record, but was vacationing in the South of France those other times.
DONDE----A "witch-in-training", helps keep Sheridan from "the Stake". She will get her "Witches Wings with Cauldron Cluster" in 2020.
PAT J & NELLIE J-were once suspected of "fixing" a horse race. Charges could not be brought because the horse in question LOST the race. They claimed they were trying to fix the horse, not the race. The horse had a 2.380 blood alcohol content.
Last but not least, Pat has confided that she hopes to retain her position in the Wild Bunch, since she IS the daughter of some of them. She is related to some of them. She is lifelong friends to ALL of them. She only did what she is paid to do; she is a professional, after all. She believes her transgressions will be forgiven, and though the "bunch" might decide a light punishment is in order, she hopes her relativity will be taken into consideration, and she is a professional, after all. it will be nothing more than a light beating about the head and shoulders, she is a professional, after all, and her OWN background check was included in the report to me.
This is the UNEDITED background check on PAT R.
PAT R- Back to the day of her birth, nothing was found that would indicate that she is anything less than pure as the driven snow.
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
TRUE ???? # 30
TRUE # 30
Carol has bought some new stuff for the cafe, one of those things shows graphically how much thought Carol puts into making sure she has everything she needs to operate efficiently. If one looks at the East wall, you will notice a new clock on said wall. In case of emergency, as in an influx of customers unexpected, one may simply break a spoon and/or a fork off the new clock if a shortage of silverware occurs. Now that is advance planning.
A few mornings ago, I was invited, repeatedly , and finally at gunpoint, to join The Wild Bunch at their tables for breakfast. I was blindfolded and searched, then made to sit between Darlene and Lisa. I think they may have been looking for a listening device, as I was armed, but they made no move to disarm me. After a few minutes they took the blindfold off, and said I could speak. I ordered a hubcap and bacon, and was then told I could speak to them, not Heather. I said: "I appreciate ya'll buying me breakfast this way," and Jim E. said: "It's my birthday, and if anybody's getting a free breakfast, it'll be me." Can't argue with that logic at all, so I told Jim Happy Birthday.
Then I asked if that invitation meant I was being inducted into The Wild Bunch. Some of them said yes, some didn't say anything at all, and one person said I might get a bad reputation if I accepted, then someone else suggested an Honorary Membership. That sounded o.k., and I thought that might give me time to have background checks run on all of them, to make sure my Sterling Character could not be besmirched. The Wild Bunch has it's own "background checker", Pat, but I am almost nearly 50%
half-sure that Pat's being a Wild Buncher would nearly have maybe practically next to nothing in her sworn duty to give me honest results in a background check on her Father, her Mother, all her best friends that she grew up with, and their spouses.
I'll let you know how that turns out.
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Carol has bought some new stuff for the cafe, one of those things shows graphically how much thought Carol puts into making sure she has everything she needs to operate efficiently. If one looks at the East wall, you will notice a new clock on said wall. In case of emergency, as in an influx of customers unexpected, one may simply break a spoon and/or a fork off the new clock if a shortage of silverware occurs. Now that is advance planning.
A few mornings ago, I was invited, repeatedly , and finally at gunpoint, to join The Wild Bunch at their tables for breakfast. I was blindfolded and searched, then made to sit between Darlene and Lisa. I think they may have been looking for a listening device, as I was armed, but they made no move to disarm me. After a few minutes they took the blindfold off, and said I could speak. I ordered a hubcap and bacon, and was then told I could speak to them, not Heather. I said: "I appreciate ya'll buying me breakfast this way," and Jim E. said: "It's my birthday, and if anybody's getting a free breakfast, it'll be me." Can't argue with that logic at all, so I told Jim Happy Birthday.
Then I asked if that invitation meant I was being inducted into The Wild Bunch. Some of them said yes, some didn't say anything at all, and one person said I might get a bad reputation if I accepted, then someone else suggested an Honorary Membership. That sounded o.k., and I thought that might give me time to have background checks run on all of them, to make sure my Sterling Character could not be besmirched. The Wild Bunch has it's own "background checker", Pat, but I am almost nearly 50%
half-sure that Pat's being a Wild Buncher would nearly have maybe practically next to nothing in her sworn duty to give me honest results in a background check on her Father, her Mother, all her best friends that she grew up with, and their spouses.
I'll let you know how that turns out.
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