Thank heavens for small mercies!
The day started loud and early with my first alarm screaming at 4:30. Of course, it’s only a warning, I turn right around and sleep some more – but it breaks the miasma of sleep I find myself in early in the morning. The current chat asked me yesterday what was my favourite part of the day – and for me that has never really been the early morning hours. Sure, it’s fresh and beautiful, but it’s too early ;-). I’m a nightowl, so the evening hours is for me the best time – all quiet and tired, resting.
On Wednesday I received an envelope from the Durban branch. Have to please keep it at Reception, somebody will come and pick it up. That somebody phoned me late on Wednesday, and asked me to just check if everything was as it should be with the tickets. Turns out it’s tickets to go see Lady Gaga. At R 715 per. I might pay that much to go see Elvis in concert. Since he’s dead, and really worth that kind of money. Lady Gaga? Not so much!! That’s my petrol for the month!!
Anyhow, I put the tickets in my drawers for safekeeping, and went home. On getting to work on Thursday, it dawned on us that there was a break-in the night before. Clearly an inside job, the thieves knew exactly which offices had the high value, small size items. But luckily, a random envelope did not look like a prize so the tickets were still there 😉
As for the break in – I think the property damage is more then the stuff they stole – they broke open the fire extinguisher door. And the door leading into the boardroom – that has another entrance around the corner. Such stupid people, stealing instead of trying to making a proper living like the rest of us.
It looks to be another beautiful day.
Let the feeding regime begin!
Cops with a Sense of Humor
Who says cops don’t have a sense of humor? The following were taken off of actual police car videos around the country.
“Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they’re new. They’ll stretch out after you wear them awhile.”
“Take your hands off the car, and I’ll make your birth certificate a worthless document.”
“If you run, you’ll only go to jail tired.”
“Can you run faster than 1,200 feet per second? In case you didn’t know, that is the average speed of a 9 mm bullet fired from my gun.”
“So you don’t know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can write anything I want on the ticket, huh?”
“Yes, Sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don’t think it will help. Oh … did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?”
“Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I’m warning you not to do that again or I’ll give you another ticket.”
“The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?”
“Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy, and step in monkey poop.”
“Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven.”
“In God we trust, all others we run through NCIC.”
“Just how big were those two beers?”
“No sir we don’t have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas but now we’re allowed to write as many tickets as we want.”
“I’m glad to hear the Chief of Police is a good personal friend of yours. At least you know someone who can post your bail.”
“You didn’t think we give pretty women tickets? You’re right, we don’t. Sign here.”