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Dear cow-irkers: believe it or not I don't sit here with my e-mail up so I can catch every gem that falls from your fingers as it arrives. I've actually been trying to work. So when you come in and launch into a request in the middle, interrupting the actual WORK I'm doing, don't be so shocked that I don't know what you're talking about.
And yeah - the box of magazines by the door, WHERE YOU PUT THEM LAST WEEK, is indeed the latest issue.
No love,
me
My mother was once stopped by a policeman who firmly instructed her that she should have a "complete sensation of movement" when she came to a stop sign. Not wanting to cause trouble, she nodded and saved up the story to be told later, and I now think of it almost every single time I come to a stop sign. And I come to a stop with a sense of thumbing my nose at that guy. "Hah! No sensation of movement now!"
When I was in driver's ed, my instructor used the rhyme, "If you don't feel the rock, you ain't stopped." Which is what I always think about when I actually come to a complete stop and feel the rock backward.
From driver's ed, 25 years ago - "You must come to a full and complete stop, at or before the crosswalk or limit line". I wish that didn't echo in my head this many years later. Get out, get out, get out.
"You must come to a full and complete stop, at or before the crosswalk or limit line".
Well, that doesn't just roll off the tongue.
My driver's ed guy was a little different from yours, Suzi. I think he was from Mississippi. Not that that matters except for the accent I hear him in. Direct quote relating to safe stopping distances: "Now, if I see a blind person in the intersection, I'm gonna give him some room. I don't know about no te-eeen feet, though."
The section on long-distance driving began "Say you goin' down to Memphis for the dawg races."
He sounds like fun! I had Mr. SillyName, who wore silly pants. I know it's not kind to make fun of him, but boy he was... silly.
I just told two co-workers how I sing "Mama's little baby loves shortening shortening" to my kitten boy Caspie (he loves it, btw). I think I have to kill them now, eh?
What I remember of Mr. Schaeffer the driver ed teacher was him singing along with "Lucille" on the radio as a I drove.
"You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille!"
Birthday happies to Kristin and Maria!