Chin up, shoulders back - and relax. If life is a road, think of bad times as a black-hearted police asshole who throws caltrops and barbed wire in front of us. The best thing is to get past it and flip it the finger over your shoulder.
I’m in my twenties and spent at least a full minute trying to figure out why I couldn’t get my front door to open the other night, before I figured out I was using my office key. Both keys look radically different.
Three old guys were yakkin’ down at the coffee shop. One complains, ‘My memory is going. The other day I went to the store and had no idea why I was there.’ The second man said, ‘You think that’s bad? I went to the kitchen to get a snack and forgot why I was there. I nearly starved to death before I remembered!’ ‘You guys are getting old! Why, my mind is as sharp as it ever was! And it will stay that way, too!’ said the third man, rapping on the table, ‘Knock on… Come in!’
In a single sentence, you used three apostrophes and a comma… and you got them all in their proper places. I can only do that every third or fourth try. And that’s after coffee.
Thanks and I hope y’all know this isn’t a “sympathy ploy”.
What you sometimes read here is really happening and this is where I come to vent. I only hope that I don’t go back to the “Old Quasi” who used to get in peoples’ faces without knowing why and for no good reason.
I like to think y’all will remember this one, and that that one was this one all along - just on a very bad “wavelength”.
Love you guys
Bill
PS: Nice joke, Johnny and thanks for being there for me when I need a laugh!
I know this wasn’t funny when it was happening to you our dear Bill, but the responses sure gave me a big giggle. Hope they did for you and lightened up your bad experience.
Luv ya and remember, “Don’t let the bastards get you down”.
