Thread: off topic anonymous

Originally Posted by Hirlau

Five years ago I started frequenting a local Duncan Donuts; basically everyday at a certain time. I would see a elderly man in his late 80's or early 90's park his car in the same spot by the side door. He had difficulty getting in & out of his car; many years of a hard life.

After 2 years of watching him arrive & order the same items each day, I complemented him on his car; a new very clean car. His loves his car.

I would then sit with him, often with my son, and he would tell me stories of Coney Island in the 1930's.

He would tell me stories of the Korean War which he served in.

He would tell me all about his children; his wife passed many years ago.

We had these talks several times a week for the past few years.

For one week he does not show. For seven months he does not show.

I started parking in his spot every time I went.

I tried for two months to locate him, fearing him sick & in a home somewhere.

My son asks about him & I said, "He's crossed over, we all have to make the trip."

For five years I never knew his last name, only his first, "Sal".

Today, I parked in his spot & my son went in to get me a coffee. I buried my head in my cell phone to glance at SRP.

I heard a car horn next to me; I turned to see Sal shaking his finger at me smiling, as he shouted, "Your in my spot."

Today was a good day.

Your lucky 'Sal' didn't kick your arse!

This story (which I sincerely hope is 100% true) just made my day as the news I got earlier about an old friend won't end like this one!

John, Thank you for making my day!

Your welcome,,,and I'm sorry to hear there is bad news about your friend.

Talking of sore backs, tweaked mine near 2 weeks ago. Usually don't use pain killers, the motto round here is "Take a concrete pill and harden the F@#* up..."
Well it wasn't getting any better, and after Harrywally posting success with the voltaren gel and knowing we had some, I got my darling wife to apply some. I swear it felt like she had been holding a bag of frozen peas for an hour in advance, damn near sent me through the roof.
Don't know if it was the shock or the gel, back feels better...

I use Firefox on my computer and this was on the screen today!

How can you tell when the moon is waxing? The dark side is on the left.

Oh, and the screams when the hair comes off. #NowYouKnow

Thanks I needed that!! Even if it is a bald prevarication.
~Richard

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Yes, no joke.

I lived in Little Rock, Arkansas and I was 7 years old. The neighbor lady had a big house filled with all kinds of neat stuff. I had scouted the house a few days before when I was over there with my mother.

I returned with my Crew (my 5 year old sister) and we entered via the front door when the lady was gone. (nobody locked their front doors ).

We went looking through everything; we were neat & didn't damage anything, spent hours in there.

We left & headed back to the hideout(dinner was being prepared by my mother.)

As we were eating, the neighbor lady came over to tell my father, he was a cop. She had no idea who entered her house, but somehow my father made the connection to me, after going to her house & returning about a half hour later. He obtained a confession from me (no Miranda) & I took an a$$ beating.

The next day was a Saturday or Sunday, don't remember; my father woke me & my Crew up early & headed over to the neighbor's house.

She had a big front yard where my father spread bed sheets all over. My Crew & I had to remove everything from the house that we could carry & place on the sheets. All items had to be dusted & the floors of the house sweeped & mopped. This took all day as the rest of my family & the neighbor lady BBQ'd and drank tea.

Once the house was cleaned, we had to put everything back in it's place.

Crime does not pay.

Ok---Fess Up! If you didn't take or disturb anything while you were checking the ladies's home out, How did she know some one was had been in there?

I said we were neat & didn't damage anything. but we looked through everything.

Man, Hirlau, that's the epitome of cruel and unusual punishment for deviant children! You might have even turned up items they didn't even know that they had.