What is the story behind the lack of respect that one gets anymore? People have to realize that they reap what they sow. I am not looking to enter my PIN with someone looking over my shoulder. I was having issues with the machine that repeatedly took my PIN digits doubled. After three times, I managed to get it to work. Then I proceeded to rem out the attendant's performance at traffic control. My station was just adjacent to her location and she heard everything and saw that I was having problem, but chose to stay out of it- even though it is her job. No matter WHERE you go, you cannot BUY the service that we have all come to expect for free! Our society has become selfish and self serving. Maybe I'm an old curmudgeon (I think not), but I think ANY customer DESERVES better! On second thought, it would have been better to abandon my cart and just leave to go to a less crowded store.
Two old Jewish men are strolling down the street one day when
they happen to walk by a Catholic church.
They see a big sign posted that says,
"Convert to Catholicism and get $100"
One of the Jewish men stops walking and stares at the sign. His
friend turns to him and says,
"Murray, what's going on?"
"Abe," replies Murray, "I'm thinking of doing it."
Abe says, "What are you, crazy?"
Murray thinks for a minute and says, "Abe, I'm going to do it."
With that, Murray strides purposefully into the church. Twenty
minutes later he walks out with his head bowed.
"So," asks Abe, "did you get your hundred dollars?"
Murray looks up at him and says, "Is that all you people think
of?"
"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four
Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of
your three best friends. If they are okay, then it's you."
- Rita Mae Brown
WHAT CAUSES ARTHRITIS?
A drunk, smelling of alcohol, sat down on the subway next to a priest.
The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with lipstick and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.
After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked 'Say Father, do you know what causes arthritis?'
The priest replied 'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath.'
The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned, ' Then returned to his newspaper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and
apologized. 'I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?'
The drunk answered, 'I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.'
A WOMAN’S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks...
I pray he’s rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand...
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.
A MAN’S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
big knockers who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
doesn’t rhyme and I don’t care.
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