Here's something else to make you laugh:
(I copied this from the blog of Candace E. Salima.)
"Mildred, the church gossip and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.
Several members did not approve of her activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence. She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new church member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon.
She emphatically told George (and several others) that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.
George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and then just turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny... He said nothing. You see….(George is the towns D.D. or Designated Driver)
Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house... Walked home... And left it there all night.
Ya gotta love George!"
In my life I have known people like Mildred, and some like George.... I could see in my mind the whole thing happening, and the expression of George as he walked on home.
Giving it some thought, George set a good example... not causing problem with others, and yet teaching a good lesson, without harm.
It reminds me of the days, my parents lived in...I wish we had more of that kind of time to experience.
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