Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
If but only us dirty old men could get the same social consideration!
it does pay to be nice. I've gotten a crockpot, homemade wine, chocolates, and offers of cash from old men I've helped at the library.
H'mmm. I used to get offers from old men, too, when I lived downtown and walked to work, but they were nowhere near as nice! They were way more "dirty" than "cranky." Just my luck. OTOH, the best bosses I ever had were irascible males nearing retirement age. Fine gentlemen; the only reason either one had a reputation for irritability was their unwillingness to tolerate fools.
Huh. Same cafeteria as the massacre, Luby's right?Must be something in the land under that place...
So, anyway, now it's the waitress' turn to become curmudgeonly as she discovers the slings and arrows of a whole 'nother tax bracket, if only for a moment. Bless her heart. Come to that-- this woman may have sent him to an early grave with fat/salt/carb-laden cafeteria delights - perhaps his family has a case?
dr. strangegun, Luby's is a chain of cafe's.1 in Arizona, 2 in Little Rock Arkansas, 3 in Louisiana, etc.Go here to find the one nearest you...
Hmmm... I look on this as license to release my inner crank.Hey, stop snickering, you guys! What I meant was that I won't be reluctant to display my crank!Stop it! It isn't funny!
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