A little bathroom humor from 2008, for a Friday morning. This is why I like 100% cotton tees.
Throwing in the Towel
By Jimmy Johnson
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182 responses to “Throwing in the Towel”
Smigz: My brother got his bachelors at Indiana State in 1972. His lottery number was #6. I wasn’t even in HS and did some research and found out if he declared for the draft on December 31st (1971) and was not called that day, then he could say that he had declared that year and would be exempt. It worked. He graduated in ’72, worked on the RR that summer and instead of going to Grad School, joined the Navy (go figure). We got his Congressman to get him into OCS, but he washed out. I am not military, so I can’t tell you what level he rose to. He did get his Masters, however.
He was based out of Nantucket for 3-4 years but then got based out of Norfolk in the mid-seventies. He ended serving 23 years and then retired around 1995 or 96. He decided to stay in the area because of the medical care nearby, so to answer your question: “A Long Time”
I always carry a handkerchief and when I go to Japan I always have several as the bathrooms have no towels in the plants that I visit. The hanky works fine. I do notice that the others rub their hands rather vigorously after washing and continue to do so even when they are in the states and have access to paper towels.
David: I did include Lt. Fuzz.
But yes, always went to the 1st Sgt. to find out what to do or not, esp. when I was a postal officer in the ETO [Ger., Fr., UK]. Could not have been a picky letter-of-law sort, since I was not familiar enough w/ relevant USAF or Postal regs to be picky.
Peace,
Not too long ago – or, not too far in the future [not giving too much personal data on-line] – I (attained/will attain) an age in years given by the quotient of 7/9 divided by 3/297 . Yep, it could have been made easier, but I know some like more arcane routes….
My diabetic HbA1c is the highest I’ve ever had, so am starting a new medication tomorrow. Possible side effects include death by any of multiple means! I suppose I ought to quit eating those bags of pretzels, eh? If I can survive the new medication, I’ll be OK – the HbA1c wasn’t THAT extreme, just high for me.
Rubbing wet hands, especially with interlaced fingers, can dry your hands, but not very rapidly. The friction generates heat, which does the job. I like the blow dryers, but find them somewhat unreliable.
Test post for Debbe in Indiana.
That is me running a test post for Debbie who cannot sign on. Her computer is messed up again.
Jackie Monies
Steve, when you mentioned Norfolk, I thought “Navy?” But then thought, “Not everyone in Norfolk is in the Navy. “
My younger son and family used to live in a house built into the top of a bluff overlooking the Rum River in Cambridge, MN. [There are no bluffs nr. Cambridge, UK.] The slope was loaded with buckthorn. This would have been ideal:
http://www.twincities.com/2017/04/27/unleash-the-goats-st-paul-to-deploy-30-on-riverfront-to-gobble-unwanted-vegetation/
Peace,
Regarding paper towels v. hand dryers: I seem to remember reading that the environmental costs of blow dryers might be lower than that of paper towels, but there was a question as to whether blow dryers were actually spreading germs around. I only know that I prefer the towels to having my hearing assaulted.
emb, using goats for weed control is a great idea. Birmingham did it in areas around city parks in the Red Mountain area to clear places humans couldn’t work safely. No poisonous runoff, no lingering chemicals in the soil, the goats get a free meal and the city employees stay out of danger. Winners all round.
Here’s the story on Birmingham’s use of the goats: http://www.al.com/living/index.ssf/2015/10/goats_at_work_a_herd_of_150_wo.html
Anyone know what team this guy plays for?
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B51biUnCYAM7bKI.jpg
Debbe 😉 (If your computer is fixed) If he gives you a Pudding Pop to eat, and you get sleepy, leave immediately.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ea3Bofkmwlc
Met as I came out of a store this afternoon…
Tall-check
Tanned-check
Blonde-check
Flowing white blouse-check
Skinny jeans-check
Stiletto heels-check
Getting out of a black GLK350-check
Expensive hairdo-check
Even more expense pair of 40Ds-check
Many years ago, women like that intimidated me. Now I just nod and give them a faint but knowing and slightly mysterious smile, leaving them wondering if they shouldn’t know me from somewhere.
Parent feeding 3 yg. Cannot ID prey. Peace,
http://chesapeakeconservancy.org/explore/wildlife-webcams/peregrine-falcon/
I know some of you out there remember when there was a “dispenser” on the restroom wall that had a very long cloth towel in it. It was the pull-and-wipe system, then just hung there. I was always a bit afraid I would not be able to pull a clean section down and have to go back in the stall for a length of paper to dry my hands on.
Okay, now I am off to Gainesville for the annual Chicken Festival. Yes, Chicken Festival! Gainesville is still one of the big chicken producers, and the festival is part arts fair and a large part chicken cook-off. Buy a ticket for $10 and sample various recipes of wings and sauce until you are stuffed, then vote for your favorite!
In this area of the country, everyone used “filling station” or “service station” for many years. The other morning as I passed a converted filling station on my way to the office, I realized that I first thought of it as a gas station. I then realized that I have not heard “filling station” or “service station” in quite a while and that I cannot recall when the change occurred.
What about where you live? What do people call them there?
Ghost:
I don’t mean to be improper in this family-friendly forum, but I have my suspicions about the woman you saw.
Would you say that she was a lady or that she was a lady for hire?
I feel like Arlo in the Saturday offering grateful to be home. We just returned last evening and the greeting committee was immediately at our ankles. While they are happy now, come Wednesday we disappear for another eight days.
Rick: I heard both terms when I was growing up in Florida. Of course, that was when you pulled into the station and a nice neighborhood teenager ran out to pump the gas, check the oil and maybe tire pressure, and clean the windshield. The kid did that while the older guys were in the garage repairing someone else’s car. Now you can fill your car with gas and yourself with all manner of food and junk but “service” is long gone!
There is a full service service station with all of the above Ruth Ann in Tulsa. It is spotless, they are in uniform, they do repairs, etc. Their gas is same price as everyone else’s.
My question is why aren’t they swamped? They aren’t.
Rick I am assuming Ghost was admiring someone’s trophy wife. They still exist.
Knowing the south Mississippi area he lives in I sincerely doubt the for hire type would have many takers in town. They wait to do that when they go to the Big City if they do at some other .
It is like drinking and dancing was when I was young, the Baptists all became some other faith when they got far enough from home.
“Jews don’t recognize Jesus. Protestants don’t recognize the Pope. And Baptists don’t recognize each other in the liquor store.”
A Baptist friend told me that, so I guess it’s OK.
Oops. That was me, not Debbe. I had done those two test posts for her. She was convinced she had been banned. I told her there was no moderator to ban her. It is her computer not the blog.
Yes, the Mercedes SUV made me think more “Trophy Wife” than “Compensated Companion.”
Hi, Jean dear. Have fun at the “Wing Ding”. 🙂