I am reminded of the old farmer who, at the end of his working day, would walk 5 miles into town to the nearest bar. When he got there he would have one glass of whisky that he would drink silently before getting up and walking home. He did this every day, rain or shine. Finally, one freezing day, in the midst of a bilzzard, when the farmer struggled through the drifts and came into the bar the bartender had to ask. “Why do you always come into town for just one drink?” The Farmer replied “I just like to have a glass of whiskey to unwind before going to bed.” “Even in this kind of weather? Why not just get a bottle of whisky to keep at home and have your drink there? You don’t socialize when you are here anyway and it would save you the walk.”The farmer looked thoughtfully at the young bartender before shaking his head and replying: “Mister, whisky don’t keep.”
The funny thing about this is that that terminology is really out of the past. Aside from a few little tweaks that’s exactly what the personals back in the 1960s looked like. Since you paid by the word using those codes got you the most content for your dollar.
@wordsmeet – Now you are getting into an area that is pretty complex and one that doesn’t lend itself to a brief reply on the Internet. Mostly though, while crimes may be reported to the authorities, I’m still not likely to tell my wife about it. Like with their doctor, people need to feel free to talk to their pastor.
Commented to a friend the other day “When did we get so old?” His response: “I knew we were going to get old, I just didn’t expect it to happen so fast.”
This was a pretty popular idea back a few decades. The concept was to have a “people pod” that you could board downtown or other points and it would travel on a bus chassis or train or subway out to the airport where it would be loaded into the plane. Reverse the process at the other end. In theory it would reduce the problem of airport parking and such as well as speeding up the loading and unloading process.
And my wallet is in that pocket too… on top of the keys. And I’m too fat to reach into the pocket with the opposite hand!