One more little interesting tale. Our yard man knocked on the door one afternoon about 5:00pm. Someone had recruited his bike and he wanted me to take him to the police station as the constable had recovered it. Well, 5:00pm is happy hour for me. I looked around the condo for something to mix a carry out in. All I could find was a almost empty mayonaise jar (one of thoes big ones) so I emptyed the remaining greenstuff in it, washed it out and put about a pint of VO and some ice in it. Off we went. It had rained that afternoon and the roads were a mess. Mud splashing all over me and my rider, spilt most of the VO and what was left had mud,sand and who knows what else in it. Had to stop at BC's and get a refill. My rider said he would walk the rest of the way and retrive his wheels. A short time later I received a call from my yard guy (I'm still at BCs) that the constable wanted me to vouch for him in order to get his bike. I had Ernie wash out the jar and refill it with my favorite libation and off I went. I did wash my face before I left BCs but still had mud on the rest of me. I arrived at the police station in grand style,jumped out of the cart and fell face first into a mud hole that would swallow a cadillac! Unfazed, I righted my self, retrived my mayonaise jar and strolled in to see the constable. The corporal took one look at me and ask how I got there. My responce was "I took the A Train". "Have you been drinking"? "Yep" "Do you know it's illegal to drink and drive"? "I told you, I took the A TRAIN" "Where is this train"? "Right outside". He started to look outside, stopped, turned to me and said "I think you have had enough to drink, if there is a train out there, I don't want to fill out all the paper work , take this jar of stuff and that damn bike and get out of my office"
Gun Control is Hitting Your Target.