Quote of the Day

From the CEO of Southwest airlines:

“Our airline is not perfect. There is room for improvement,” Jordan said. “As our founder likes to say ‘please never rest on our laurels. If you do, you will simply get a thorn up your ass.’ So with that in mind … Southwest will not overbook flights.”

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Things Not to Say to a Policeman

My son-in-law is a police officer in town and was on duty for the 4th of July holiday weekend.  God bless the stupid people wonderful citizenry out there.  Without them, he would be out of a job.  Here are few examples of what he had to put up with:    

Exhibit A:

Since there was a parade down Main Street, the police had to block off several side streets to through traffic.  SIL was stationed near one of the roadblocks.  Of course, someone drove around it. 

When he stopped the car and told the driver it was illegal to drive around a road block, the driver said: 

“But I was in a hurry.” 

SIL repeated that it was illegal to drive around a roadblock. 

“But I was in a hurry.” 

This exchange continued a few more times. 

Rules, apparently, were made for other people.

Exhibit B:

SIL pulls over speeder in fancy Cadillac going 65 in a 50 mph zone. 

This driver’s excuse(s):

Excuse #1:  “I was just going with the flow of traffic.” 

Reply from SIL:  “Sir, I clocked the traffic around you and you were the only one speeding.”

So the driver tries again.

Excuse #2:  “I’m not from around here.”  (The driver was from Houston.) 

SIL wanted to say “Sir, the speed limit signs aren’t written in Japanese.” 

Of course, being the polite guy he is, he refrained from saying that. 

But he thought it.

Exhibit C:

A four-lane stretch of road that connects two highways runs several miles through the south part of town.  The speed limit is 40 mph, but people often drive much faster than that.  SIL pulled over a speeder, who upon being told he was driving well over the speed limit said:

I didn’t see any signs.” 

SIL had to regretfully inform him that there were a grand total of six signs bearing the 40 mph speed limit between the one highway that the driver exited and just before the other where SIL pulled him over.

With good folks like these, I don’t think we need to worry about job security.


Virtually Painted Out


Okay, this is my last painting for the Virtual Paintout for October.  Really.  This one is The Royal Bar in Belfast.

I’m going to be doing a marathon “Memaw” gig with the grandkids for the next week and a half, staying at their house overnight and taking them to school and picking them up in the afternoons.  My daughter will be in N. Carolina showing her most recent furniture designs at the big furniture mart in Highpoint, and my son-in-law will be finishing up his last week at the police academy (yay!) and will take his final exam at the end of the week.  There is one week left after that of practice tests for the state exam. 

It has been a long five months of his leaving every morning at 5:30 am for the commute to Austin, tons of state and local penal codes to memorize, physical tests of endurance, practice encounters with “bad guys” (and gals), being pepper sprayed and then still having to run several obstacle courses under the effects, the list goes on and on what he’s gone through to achieve his dream.  We’re very proud of him and have infinite respect for the men and women in blue who are there to protect us every day.

So, I will be coming home every other day or so to make sure the cats haven’t eaten Hubby, but I don’t know about creating any new cartoons or other artwork.  Well….maybe some cartoons.  hee hee

Pray for us—I think we’ll need it.  My grandson was coughing yesterday at McDonald’s, so I think we might be in for it.