My Brain Don’t Feel So Good…
Before we get started today, I need to alert you to an important news bulletin. This was sent to me by several people, and, in addition to the overall heartwarming story it tells, there’s a sentence in the article that is so jarring and hilarious…
Well, just try to read it without busting out laughing. I challenge you. Oh, and just so you know, the sordid affair happened less than forty miles from where I grew up. I couldn’t be prouder.
But, at least we didn’t call green peppers “mangos” down there. WTF? They do here… some people, anyway. And what in the cartwheeling hell? Mangos??
I found this weird video a few days ago, which will give you a brief glimpse into the strange way people talk in this neck o’ the woods. I don’t think “mangos” are mentioned, but they do touch on “a cuppa two tree.”
Whatever.
At my job I’m supposed to work four 10-hour days. I’ve been working five days, and might go up to six (if they’ll let me). But I was wondering… what do you think would be the best way to get your forty hours in, during a week? You know, if they let you decide.
I’ve given it a little thought, and think I’d prefer to work two 20-hour days. It would suck, but I’m pretty sure I could do it. Then I’d have five days off every week. Five!
Do you have any opinions on this? How would you slice and dice yer forty hours, in a theoretical world?
Also, if you were a three-legged dog, which leg would be the best to go without? Would it make any difference? If so, tell us why. Use the comments link below.
My brain don’t feel so good…
And I’m waiting on a cuppa emails or phone calls, which is making me slightly crazy. Yesterday I was driving to work, and my phone made its new email noise, so I picked it up and took a peek.
I only took my eyes off the road for two seconds or so, and when I returned to the task at hand I saw that I was drifting radically to the left. Like NBC news. Luckily, I was already in the left lane, so there was no real danger. But it shook me up a little.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just one stupid, seemingly-inconsequential decision away from death, dismemberment, or twenty years in prison. Does that thought ever cross your mind?
Say, for instance, the email I’m waiting for finally arrives while I’m traveling on I-81, the devil’s parkway. I can’t resist skimming it. So I go drifting like yesterday, crash through the guardrail, and wipe out a blind-child orphanage, or palsy center.
Then, on the TV news: “the orphan-killer was… texting!” The whole community turns on me, and the next thing I know I’ve got an orange jumpsuit around my ankles, and a permanent frown on my face.
Or, say I’m at the grocery store, waiting in line behind some imbecile who is treating the self-checkout like a bomb he’s been put in charge of disarming. I sigh with exasperation, an argument ensues, and he ends up slipping and hitting his head on the carpet shampooer that nobody actually rents.
See? It’s a very fragile thing, this being out of prison. And I’m sure there are thousands of other scenarios that haven’t yet occurred to me, that might lead to the Permanent Frown.
How do you think you’ll be sent away? What tiny bad decision will lead to your incarceration? Tell us about it in the comments, won’t you?
And I’m going back to work, of course.
I’ll try to get more sleep tomorrow, and write a more coherent update. Three-legged dog? Good god.
See you then.
Now playing in the bunker
Evil Twin t-shirts now only $13!
Filed under: Daily
1st?
[Reply]
Ha! That same Homer image is my desktop @ work!
[Reply]
Good Afternoon Surf Reporters…..
I envision the scenario on an almost daily basis:
Asshole customer in my office, sitting at my desk, giving me a raft of shit and generally being a world class douchebucket when I finally turn the pen in my hand around to the sharp pointy part and drive it straight through their eye socket.
With a good lawyer I’m sure I could get it waived down to an involuntary manslaughter charge.
[Reply]
I would say one of the front legs would be the best to go without. A friend of mine used to have a poodle missing a front leg, and she did just fine.
[Reply]
I’d wanna lose my front left leg if I were a dog. That way I could still write and drive (as long as it’s not a stick shift).
I’m constantly on the cusp of getting kilt or going to prison. It’s all I think about anymore.
[Reply]
Son of Sam Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 4:49 pm
I was thinking front left so I couldn’t were the bitches ring.
[Reply]
Two days of 20 hours each.
[Reply]
Two 20 hour days. Although one day off might be spent face-down in suspended animation. Worth it though.
Front leg would be the one to lose if you had to. Otherwise you would fall right over every time you tried to take a leak.
I imagine myself burning my own kite when I finally blow a head pipe and jam some asshats iPhone down his throat in line at the Kroger. 25 to life spent writing the sequel to I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.
[Reply]
Would you take the two days consecutively, or have a few days off in-between? I think I’d die of boredom if I worked 40 hours in a 48-hour period.
My work schedule right now is pretty flexible, but I try to stay as close as possible to the standard Monday-Friday deal. Sometimes I’ll duck out of work early if I’m having trouble focusing on the task at hand… then I’ll make up that time with a couple of hours of work on the weekend.
I find that in three or four hours on the weekend, I can usually complete everything that I’d accomplish in a typical eight-hour workday. I just come in with a different mentality.
[Reply]
I’d do 2×20 for the right job. Porn star? Marijuana researcher? Hot dog whisperer?
[Reply]
icecycle66 Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 3:03 pm
Hot dog whisperer, that’s great.
“You…yes…I know, you’re a ketchup dog…uh-huh…it’s okay, we can’t all be mustard dogs…thats right.”
[Reply]
Two twenty hour days? Our GDP would drop faster than a french rifle.
I’d be happy with five 8′s, but it’s usually sixty hours a week spread over six to seven days. wa wa, I know.
Front leg.
[Reply]
Uncle_Wedgie Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 5:52 pm
“would drop faster than a french rifle” -absolutely outstanding!
[Reply]
I’ve heard older people here in southern Indiana say “mango” when they mean green pepper, as well. I got this from Wikipedia, but it jives up with the information I got from a book called “How We Talk: American Regional English Today” by Allan Metcalf:
“In the Ohio Valley, people sometimes refer to bell peppers as mangos. This has been explained by the practice of pickling the fruit known as a mango when it was imported to the American colonies in the 1600s, before refrigeration. At some point any fruit which was pickled was called “mango”. Bell peppers were sometimes pickled, so they were called mangos.”
So there’s that.
[Reply]
Alex Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 4:18 pm
So do these same retards call pickles, mangos?
[Reply]
Chuck in Belpre Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 11:34 am
No, we call pickles pickles. When I was a kid we called bell peppers mangos. It’s a regional thing. It does not mean we are retarded.
At this time.
[Reply]
i’d like a 12 hour shift 3 or 4 days (one week 3 one week 4 etc….)
when i go to jail it’s gonna be for pummeling some fucktard into oblivion.
i’m usually a count-to-ten away from exploding someone’s skull with my fist.
i’m a pretty tough guy too. but in jail? i’m gonna get raped. all day. even during visiting hours, i’ll be talking to my mom while someone is giving me a good ol’ buttraping.
there are people in jail for rape. that love to rape. and will do it to me no problem.
also when i think of how i’m gonna die i know that there’s no way i’m not gonna end up murdered.
[Reply]
Uncle_Wedgie Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 5:53 pm
You must have a perty mouth
[Reply]
I worked 7 – 12 hour shifts when I worked on an oil rig; it was one week on; one week off. Currently our crews do 14 days on 14 days off – 12 hour shifts.
Jeff- thoughts on the Marcellus? Actually scratch that, Nancy’s thoughts on the Marcellus would be far more entertaining.
[Reply]
You watch the news all the time to see good people in the wrong place at the wrong time. Next thing you know you’re at Shawshank picking maggots out of your oatmeal.
Driving downtown Pittsburgh on a daily basis, I always have a senario playing out in my mind….these douchbeater pedestrians that walk out into the road all willy-nilly will one day be branded by my Harley plate on the front of my truck.
Three 12′s would be tits on a ritz. Then I could actually have a life and give more attention to my side business. But then again, I’m waiting for the day that some asswipe patient pisses me off enough that I tell them to fuck off and go elsewhere. Then, I’ll have all the time I need. And let me tell ya…it’s been close.
[Reply]
I’ve only known one 3-legged dog. She was missing one of her front legs. She didn’t seem to have a problem, and was a really fast runner. I imagine that missing a back leg would suck worse on balance and tail wagging; so I would have to go with a missing front leg.
I’ve never thought of death, maiming, or prison like that. But I do always have to keep hold of a blind, mad, burning-like-VD, rage that can kill anyone at anytime from anywhere. That would probably put me in jail or get me dead.
It sucks that your jumpsuit would be around your ankles. It can’t very well afford anus protection in such a position.
[Reply]
3 – 13 hour days.
I try to say focused on the road only because I was less than a mile from home when some fucklebug came roaring over the double yellow line right into my lane and damn near casued a head-on. If I had so much as been changing the radio, I wouldn’t be here. And although it wasn’t my fault, I stay pretty goddamn alert now on any drive I make.
[Reply]
zoe Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 4:59 pm
Fucklebug? You, sir/and or/ madam have just won the internet.
[Reply]
CADude Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 6:51 pm
For the record, Madz is female, although I wouldn’t presume to call her “madam”, and I wouldn’t dare call her “Maddy”.
For the record….
[Reply]
zoe Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 7:47 pm
That’s why I said sir/and or/ madam.I cover all bases. Also, I don’t care for the nick “Maddy” and I NEVER use it. I bid you a good day, Dude. I said Good Day.
[Reply]
madz1962 Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 9:42 am
Thank you for the Internet, Zoe.
or is it Dorothy Michaels? LOL
[Reply]
I can’t answer the work shift per hour/ day question, because I’m at the salt mine 60 – 65 hours a week as it is. Monday is 8:30am to 9pm, Tuesday & Thursday is 9am – 9pm, Wednesday & Friday are 9 – 6 and Saturday is 9 – 3.
I look at it this way. In the first 2 days of the week I’ve already work more than half of a typical 40 hour work week.
It fries the brain, maaaaaan.
[Reply]
A yellowjacket stung my schnauzer (The Bo) on the foot the other day and he tripod-ed for hours–did very well at it I thought. It was his back right and he never even hesitated on the back steps or anything. I think missing a front it might make it a little more dfficult to navigate the going down. Besides, he needs two fronts to properly grip a chew bone or dead squirrel while he goes to town on it.
[Reply]
madz1962 Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 4:10 pm
Poor pup. I had an ancient cat whose front nail grew and bent into her paw pad (front paw) she hopped around and kept it lifted while she ate until I finally found out what her problem was and was able to correct it. For a 22 year old cat, she bopped along pretty well.
[Reply]
3×12=36
3×13=39
To get your 40 hours in 3 days you would have to work for 13 hours and 15 minutes each day.
[Reply]
dto Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 3:18 pm
Check you math….needs an extra 20 min a day
[Reply]
icecycle66 Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 5:46 pm
Balls, you’re right.
You need to work 3 hours and 20 minutes a day to get 40 in 3.
[Reply]
My wife says I will die in the car from a heart attack or blood pressure going through the roof. I tend to yell at dumb fucks. My dad says that if everyone drove like me all would be right with the world. I think he was being sarcastic.
The other day at the McDonald’s drive-thru my five year old son made me proud. I was next in line to order and had my driver side window down. The lady in front of me was taking forever! She kept asking questions and waving her hands all over the place outside her window. I was about to snap when I heard this from the back seat at a loud yell, “Come on lady! This is McDonalds! The menu doesn’t change!” I had to wipe a tear away I was so proud.
I work four tens now and like it. I get Friday through Sunday off.
If I were a dog I would want all of my legs… But if I had to give one up it would be a front one…
I wouldn’t like prison. I’m just saying…
I think I will die by bursting into flames after crossing the threshold of a church…
[Reply]
I would want to work all 40 hours in one day.
[Reply]
back right leg.
2 twenties with about 12 hrs in between end of shift one and start of shift 2. Add in the 30 minute commute and that is 53 hours out of my week with 2/3rds of the week left.
[Reply]
“and the next thing I know I’ve got an orange jumpsuit around my ankles, and a permanent frown on my face”
That was funny..good one, Jeff.
Years ago, we had a German Shepard that lost one back leg after running in front of a moving car. His other back leg got really HUGE & it didn’t seem to affect him at all. He could sprint away like Jesse Owens. So, I guess if I were a dog, I’d lose a rear leg..
Thanks for sharing that news bulletin. I really needed a “see, your life doesn’t suck so bad” story and that was it.
[Reply]
4 10′s, during the early evening. That was my favorite shift.
What’ll put me in the pen is mowing somebody down with a vehicle who decided to tempt fate and not utilize the cross walk.
Or putting a screwdriver through some douchekateers eye at work and churn up some brain butter. (not to be confused with ‘churning butter’ in yesterdays usage).
One other item may do it. It’ll be what causes me to snap. I won’t write it down, otherwise it may be construde as pre-meditated if I ever go so far and somebody finds this doing their internet investigation. =-)
[Reply]
I once stuck my schnauzer into a yellowjacket’s nest and the same thing happened to me.
[Reply]
I don’t know about going to jail but I do worry that someday when I doze off while I’m driving that I
[Reply]
I will accidently kill someone with a head on collision or drive myself off a cliff. Sometimes I’ll be dozing off and see double. Actually thinking there is someone in your lane sure wakes you up. I need to start going to bed earlier. Oh yeah fuck this little key board. Laptops weren’t meant for people with big hands.
[Reply]
thinking from a dog’s perspective i would rather lose a rear leg for the simple fact is that if you lose a front how are you supposed to mate??? remember from a dogs perspective….
[Reply]
CADude Reply:
November 3rd, 2010 at 5:52 pm
And if you lost a rear leg you wouldn’t have to lift your leg to leave pee-mail. But you would be limited to peeing to one side, so you’d have to do a 180 to hit the other side. From a dog’s perspective….
[Reply]
1. Best way to get 40 hours – 3 12-hour days and one 4-hour day in the summer/camping season (mid-May – late September), 4 10-hour days the rest of the year. Friday-Sunday off year round.
2. Best leg to lose for a dog – one of the back ones; they are more for speed when moving than balance. It would be hard to bend or stretch to sniff stuff missing one of the front ones.
3. What could land me in jail – either road rage (why I try to avoid driving in heavy traffic (no I-495 in Massachusetts if I can avoid it) or killing someone because I fell asleep at the wheel.
[Reply]
I’ll most likely die driving my car while trying to roll the windows down.
I won’t go to prison for any type of violent act but I could be intsutionalized just for being myself.
If I were a dog?…Male dog…right rear. That’s the one I seem to lift all the time so now I’d just have to lean a bit. Female…either rear. Seems male dogs dig bitches missing a leg more so than an arm.
4 tens. Get up the same time, home a little later (no big deal) and probably go to bed the same time I do now.
Fucklebug is great madz1962!
Vicodin and beer is a meal.
[Reply]
Valentin Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 5:26 am
“Seems male dogs dig bitches missing a leg more so than an arm.” Thats funny.
[Reply]
The carpet beside my wife’s side of the bed and my 8 month old boy’s head is covered in Kentucky Jelly. My two daughters decided to “paint” him. And the in-laws are on their way to get him and the girls. Top that, if you can.
[Reply]
Were you trying to tell us that may be why you go to prison?
[Reply]
t-storm, I heard on our local sportscast, that Sparky Anderson has taken a turn for the worse. He currently lives in California, and suffers from alzheimer’s. Be on the lookout.
[Reply]
Yeah, I’m listening to 700WLW currently and they are talking about him pretty extensively.
Like did you know he was on WKRP in Cincinnati for one episode?
[Reply]
No, I didn’t know that. I’m in Parkersburg, and we’re about halfway between Cinn and Pitt, so there are lots of Reds fans here.
[Reply]
I’m from Marietta originally so I know all about the Reds there.
[Reply]
Yea, you’re either a Reds fan or a Pirates fan.
[Reply]
Definately a Reds fan. I hate the Steelers but can’t hate the Pirates. That’s like hating the kid who can’t pronounce his R’s but wants to grow up to work the Reading Railroad.
[Reply]
Yea, been to a a lot of Reds games, but only one Pirates game.
[Reply]
Some people actually use those carpet shampooers near the check out at the store. I had to clean up a murder scene at one of my slum apartments and that thing was the best. For 20 bucks it did the job and I get to save the rugs.
[Reply]
I currently work 2 eight hour days and two twelve hour days a week on what are essentially random days. I have to work at least 2 Fridays and 2 weekends days a month. And since I’m on midnights I go in either at 7PM or 11PM and work until 7:30 AM. It’s OK I suppose. I kind of like going in at 3PM and working to 11PM. I can still get 6 or seven ours sleep and have a whole day ahead of me.
Some of the people I work with are on 3 12′s, but it’s a 10% pay cut and overtime doesn’t start until you get 40 hours. That’s why I don’t take that shift.
[Reply]
I was going to comment about having a schnauzer too but them t-storm’s phallic joke made me hesitate. You see, I have a miniature schnauzer. I have two though. Does that compensate or just make me a freak.
Rear leg. Losing a front would make it hard to hold on when fucking in beast mode.
WKRP – Baily Quarters or Jennifer Marlow?
I would work 40 hours straight in one shift. I would also die in a fiery crash after the first shift as I tried to drive home…. or would cause a significant amount of vehicular manslaughter and end up behind bars being squeezed more than a roll of Charmin. Getting the O-Ring gasket on your balloon knot shredded has to feel like someone was trying to drive an International Harvester Snow Plow through the crimson sphincter. We’re talking one of the bigger high way ones with the big right hand butterfly wing plow too.
Yes I said fucking. I feel better now.
[Reply]
Bailey.
Does anyone else try to comment on a Droid? And does anyone want to throw their phone while doing so?
[Reply]
WB in OH Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 11:27 am
Yes, or at least try once in a while. Fucking comment box likes to drift around for some reason!
I said box.
[Reply]
I’d choose the front right leg, as I need the left one for churnin’ my own butter.
Then again, if I were a dog, I’d have other tricks up my sleeve. Because I could.
Two 20 hour shifts, well, kinda depends on how much rest there is in between. If it’s 20 hours on, 4 hours off, 20 hours on – I’d be toast for the next two days, so I would really only benefit from the one extra day that I could really do anything, like rolling down the car windows.
I will probably be sent to prison for strangling the little old ladies who need to pay for $4.26 worth of groceries with a personal check, who start writing the check AFTER the whole thing is rung up, and who CAN’T FIND their driver’s license when asked. Or their sisters, who have a compulsion to count out the EXACT change from the bottom of their musty old purses, penny by penny, squinting through their bifocals as I boil over, 20 minutes closer to the grave, and further from dinner. Why do these people always pick 5 pm to 7 pm to shop?
[Reply]
I use to work two twenty hour shifts at a job. It was from something like 5pm on a Friday to 1pm on a Saturday and come back on Sunday generally at noon or 1 in the afternoon and work until Monday morning around 8 or 9am. The hours were fluid and changed a bit sometimes but you ended up with 40 hours in two days generally.
The worst part wasn’t so much the long work hours but the drive home. It was an hour each way and that drive home was a cast iron bitch. Short turn arounds where you only got 6 or 8 hours off between shifts were worse even if you were only working 12 or 16 hour shifts.
It’s been almost 20 years since I worked those sorts of hours and my sleep patterns have never went back to normal.
[Reply]
Because that is right after the early bird special at the sizzler and right before bedtime
[Reply]
Fucklebug is the new safe word…thanks Madz!
I dream of hunting down the dirty bitch who left the dirty Assgasket on the toilet seat at work and the mess in it..I would gladly go to jail for shoving her face in the commode. nasty bitch
T-storm, I use to listen to 700WLW when I lived near Dayton but now I listen to 610 since I moved to columbus.. I liked listening to Bill Cunningham and that one dude who had a comedy show and owned a bbq in dayton off 75
[Reply]
madz1962 Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 9:53 am
Assgasket! Love it! I usually refer to them as Ass Doilies bu I like the ring of Assgasket, too!
[Reply]
Gary Burbank. 700 hasnt been the same since he left
[Reply]
That’s right!! I’m suffering from CRS in my dotage.. haha
I loved his show..
[Reply]
Any updates on Sparky?
[Reply]
A dog can apparently even get by without both front legs. But then it does shit like this and you start thinking the End of Days are nigh.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FjKqboY9Yo
Sweet Chocolate Jeezus, that’s freaky!
[Reply]
hot fuzz Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 6:59 am
“But then it does shit like this”…I thought the “does” was for emphasis… meaning “it shits this way”…so I’m watching the video to see how the dog craps…and then I’m thinking “I’m watching a video to see how a dog craps”,,,,,
stop messing with my head
[Reply]
Jason Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 7:48 am
Same here. I thought the dog was going to lay on it’s face and shit.
[Reply]
Gretchen Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 11:43 am
Sorry for the mental confusion. I’ve slept a total of 6 hours over the last 72 and I have Mush Head. This is what happens when an ex-best friend and an ex-boyfriend choose the same week to try and break back into your life AND your car goes in for inspection and they do the “oh, you need four new tires and a total realignment” song and dance AND a Qantas Airways jet totally blows an engine while your parents are also, coincidentally, on a different Qantas flight to Australia and your broken mind’s repeated mental image is of exploding koala bears.
I think I’ve earned a do-over here.
“A dog can apparently even get by without both front legs. But then it HAS TO WALK LIKE THIS and you start thinking the End of Days are nigh.”
There, all better.
[Reply]
Speaking of “My Brain Don’t Feel So Good”, you guys, please watch this. I laughed until I peed my pants and I couldn’t think of a better group to share it with. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muc0kaQtCMU
[Reply]
thanks for the nightmare
[Reply]
I once knew a dog with no nose.
How did it smell?
Terrible.
[Reply]
Good Morning Surf Reporters….
I missed the whole point of the ideal work week.
Three 12 to 14 hour shifts, then 4 days off, with an alternating 12 hour float in 5 weekly rotations. I think that works out to 2 weekends plus each month.
and I’m about to work a 12 hour shift starting 6 hours from now….
[Reply]
We’ve needed a B-girl on this site for some time now.
jtb
[Reply]
Jeff,
“…palsy center” is perfect in a highly imperfect world.
jtb
[Reply]
My best 40 hour slice was when I worked at the remote weather station at Stampede Pass in Washington. We worked two 16 hour days (3AM til 7PM) then on our third day we worked 3AM til 11AM, then were off for 4 and a half days. Worst part was the getting up at 3AM and having to log in weather data, but after that, we could snooze for 55 mintes between hourly weather observations.
…the pay sucked, but they let me hire my girlfriend, and this totally loony but lovable guy from my National Guard troop. Great times!
[Reply]
I work 3 twelve hour shifts………….paid for 40 hours. We’ve been stumping for 2 sixtteen hour shifts…….
I love it. The 4 days off, that is. Much more time to live, and catch up on lots of crap on the web, pursue hobbies I never had time for before, and so on…….
[Reply]
Perfect shifts for me would be 3×12 hours. I’m lobbying heavily for this right now, but no luck so far. I currently work 8 days on, 6 days off, and it plays havoc with my home life. My first day off, my child clings to me like a tick because he’s afraid I will leave.
If I were to go to jail, it would be for murder of one of my patients. Not a mercy killing sort of thing, either. When a welfare queen tells me that her care is free, I see red, because as a tax payer, I pay for her care. Or when they gripe because I won’t bring free food to the room for the baby’s daddy of the week. Or when they look at me like I’m crazy when I ask them for a work number and say “I’m PREGNANT, I don’t work.” This one really got to me when I was 38 weeks pregnant and working. One day I will have had all I can take of entitlement mentality, and I will strangle someone with IV tubing. And I would promptly assault a CO so I could go straight to solitary. I can run my mouth with the best, but I’m really a wuss.
[Reply]
Shit sparky Anderson died.
[Reply]
WB in OH Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 3:45 pm
Damn!
[Reply]
Bill in WV Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 3:59 pm
R.I.P. old number 10.
[Reply]
dto Reply:
November 4th, 2010 at 5:16 pm
Here’s a good read from over at Hardball Talk. I go between here and there when I’m at my desk. One guy said yesterday that “guys named Sparky aren’t supposed to get sick…ever.” I agree. Mudville smiles ’cause Sparky played the game.
http://hardballtalk.nbcsports.com/2010/11/04/sparky-anderson-1934-2010/
[Reply]
Oh, wow! We lost a good one!
[Reply]
A thought. Set the ex up with the ex and tell them they can use your car if they get it fixed. Glad the folks are OK.
jtb
[Reply]