Listening

It was January 30th in Winnipeg. The wind-chill was -30. The weather channels said that travel outside of Winnipeg was not recommended because of blowing snow; and let’s face it. It was Winnipeg in the winter.  Where it hurts your face to go outside.

I’m sitting in the car dealership lounge and some guy on his bicycle peddles passed down the ice covered street.  Every customer and sales-rep inside the dealership watches him.

Dustin the Manager looks up and says:

“Oh. That’s just Sammy on his Dewy Bike.”

“Dewy bike? ”

“Yeah. D.U.I.”

 

I was visiting a friend who glanced around his unkept apartment and said:
“My housekeeping style can be summed up by saying:
“There appears to have been a struggle.”

 

 

Dave, my Cop buddy at the resort I was staying at off-season, gave me a word of advice and a warning:

“One of the things they don’t talk about in all these fancy resorts is the STD rate. They did a survey of STD rates for … (Insert your favorite resort name here) … and it was the equivalent to a 2,000,000 city.