A Conversation Between Angels XCVI

“Hi you’re new here. Are you ok, you seem so nervous?”

“Well they say you can’t take it with you, but I did it. I brought it with me.”

“You’re kidding, you’ll be the first person ever. What did you bring-money, jewels, art?”

“My integrity.”

“Ha ha. Oh that’s ok, that’s welcome, that’s not what they mean. It’s the physical things that are only of value there.”

“Well it was so rare I thought it was of great value?”

Water Cooler Talk 7-16-14

Weekly random thoughts. Since I’m self-employed it’s my version of water cooler talk: no one to talk to so it goes out to cyberspace. 

I wonder why banana peels aren’t recycled at clown colleges?

We know that there’s life in food, so I wonder if it feels “exposed” when people put their meals on display on social media?

As a kid we were placed into Toughskins jeans from Sears—not quite so tough, where are they now?

Has a bird watcher ever encountered a bird staring back at him through binoculars?

I just heard the Elton John song and realized the lyric “it’s a little bit funny this feeling inside” is not about gas. Man have I been getting that wrong for a lot of years.

I never did understand why the cop had a problem with the guy Singin in the Rain.

If kids took a class on common sense instead of trigonometry would they use it in life?

Do parrots ever correct people’s bad speech?

I wonder how many lemonade stands never paid taxes?

 

 

 

A Conversation Between Angels XCV

“Welcome to the Newcomer’s Support Group. Obviously you have feelings about what you left behind. Sandy how about you?”

“I miss my kids, I hope and pray they’ll be ok.”

“Good, and we encourage that here. But know that they miss you very much as well.”

“I do.”

“Ok. Joan how about you?”

“I miss my husband. I’m afraid he’s going to eat nothing but grilled cheese for the rest of his life.”

“Heh. I’m sure he’ll learn to make more and I’m sure he feels your love.”

“Thank you.”

“And what about you Josh, you’ve got a big smile on your face?”

“Yeah Joan made me think of something. I miss nachos.”

“Nachos? You miss nachos more than your friends and family?”

“No. I loved them. I just loved them more when we also had a plate of gooey, cheesy nachos.”