Something Buried, Something Blue

"I dropped a washer. Help me find it." I got down on my knees beside him. I felt around for a minute, then saw the lost washer hiding in the dirt under the ATV. I handed it to him. Mac is a man of many talents, but "seeing" something is not one of them. I do believe he, like lot of men, could look for a full-size turkey on a refrigerator shelf and miss seeing it. (...) I have to admit that even though I could find the washer I wouldn't have known what to do with it. Teamwork!

I could have told her she'd get no signal here, but I figured she'd find that out for herself soon enough. I like to talk to people and be helpful if I can, but her superior, impatient attitude did not encourage helpfulness.

When I bought a new crock pot not long ago, I asked about the lenght of the warranty, and the clerk gave me a look that said "at your age, what difference does it make?"

Sometimes at mid-life people become interested in genealogy and long-lost relatives.