Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Lakes

It is rare that I share an email on this blog, but this week I got one from an old friend in Utah I call ‘Lakes.'  He sends me two or three emails per year. This is what he had to say.

"I would like to share an experience with you, about drinking and driving. As you well know, some of us have been known to have had brushes with the authorities on our way home from the old social session over the years. A couple of nights ago, I was out for a few drinks with some friends at the Marriott Hotel and had a few too many beers and some rather nice red wine. Knowing full well I may have been slightly over the limit, I did something I've never done before: I took a bus home. Sure enough I passed a police road block but as it was a bus, they waved it past. I arrived home safely without incident, which was a real surprise; as I have never driven a bus before and am not sure where I got it."

I phoned a mutual friend, ‘Signor’ to tell him the story. He told me that he had suffered serious injury from an incident with his bicycle. When I asked the obvious question he replied, "I rode my bicycle over to the shopping center and when I wanted to park my bike, I had a hard time finding a bike rack. Finally I spied one and proceeded to park. Turns out it wasn’t a bike rack. It was a large plumber down on the ground trying to fix a water leak."

These two are typical of my friends.’

It’s no wonder that I’m crazy.

PMO
©2011

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