As I was coming into work today, I nearly got swiped by a police van that went screaming by with it’s sirens blazing. At first, I thought it was a police dog van, it was about the right size, but as it pulled away round the corner I saw on the side of it
Youth
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I’ve discovered the definition of life. It’s the time in between dealing with idiots.
One of my friends is considering having a sign along the lines of “# days without having to talk to an idiot.”, similar to # days accident free. Every time someone comes up to ask him a question, he’ll sigh, reach up and roll the counter back to zero.
Personally, I’m considering getting a counter. “Now serving idiot number #” and make people take a ticket and get in line.I cuaght myself hanging art in the bathroom at the weekend. Some nice black and white prints of Sean Connery, Clint Eastwood and Michael Caine.
Isn’t that the fourth sign of getting old? Right after finding hair in your ears…
