My Pops was a hill climber in the 70’s with a Maico 400. He’d test occasionally up and down our alley and infuriate my mom. Loud loud and she felt a poor example to set for us kids. (Unlicensed motorcycle on the street) One day she called the cops on him. They could hear him but couldn’t find him. He must have spotted them because he coasted down our alley, into the garage and hid. When the cops drove by Mom pointed to the garage for them. They must have thought she was crazy too and never came for him, drove off. You didn’t mess around with Mom and her principles, nope.
Oh no! They always get us with those spendy orthotics / insoles. I used to get them too until I had a massage therapist who said that when you don't use insoles, your feet and arches can get stronger. If you're on your feet a lot though, I think it's helpful to have them. You were doing the sock hop for real that night!
I was summoned for random drug test at a clinic in Tacoma, Wa. I walk in and the receptionist is straight ahead, seating on the left and also on the right. I’m peeking around a bit as I’m checking in and I decide to sit on the right waiting area. In my mind I’m feeling a tad bit bad about my decision. A few minutes later an African-American fella came in and also checked in. As he’s looking for a seat he hollers, “How come all the white folks are sitting there and all the black folks sitting there!” Oops, if only I’d….
