Finally the cold has been past on to some unsuspecting person and I’m feeling better. It was worth it, I learned how to spell phlegm. Who knew it had a G? Then again, I’m not known for my spelling. In 7th grade we were asked to read aloud. When it was my turn, I came to the word “determine.” Unfortunately I said Dee-Ter-Mine. The class broke up in laughter. With only a minor scar, the incident passed and life went on. Until a few years ago I went to my 20 year class reunion. An old friend I hadn't seen in years walked up to me and said “do you remember Dee-Ter-Mine?” My God, it was a human elephant right there at my 20 year reunion.
Today’s installment of crime doesn’t pay comes from I-696 in Farmington Hills Michigan. On Saturday we were heading down the freeway and saw flashing lights up ahead. The individuals that are court ordered for community service were on the side of the freeway picking up trash. A police SUV was behind them and a road commission flat bed truck was in front. On top of the flat bed was a porta potty. If the trash pickers have to use the bathroom, they have to get up on the back of the truck and go into the porta potty and do their business for all of I-696 to see. You know people honk when the person goes in or out of that john. I would. Even petty crime doesn’t pay.
Tonight is the first political debate and the last Tiger game of the season. It is a hard choice but I'm going with the one that is least likely to cause me to stick a fork in my eye... The Tigers! I would like to see a debate in the format of Dancing with the Stars. Obama goes out and shows his moves and the crowd cheers/boos and judges give him scores. Then Romney does the same. Then the people get to call in and vote on their performance. Much more interesting than anything Jim Lehrer has planned.
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