Sighting On First Ave. in Evansville

[Aredubjay]

I pulled out of the side street from our offices today and turned onto First Avenue. There's usually a line of cars waiting at the light. I pulled into the next farthest lane and passed a line of cars. About half way through that line, I saw a '92, Wingless Claret. I pulled up next to it, looked over, he looked back (A gentleman in his, I'd say, sixties). I smiled and waved. I could not tell of the puzzled look on his face was, "who the hell are you, I don't know you," or, "waiddaminnit, that car's kinda like mine." The light turned shortly after I waved, and I had to go. No time to give him a card -- I had to turn left at the next intersection and he was going straight. Oh well. Perhaps another time. They keep eluding me.

[Mr. Pockets]

Originally posted by Aredubjay
They keep illuding me.

Aren't you a writer?

[Aredubjay]

Originally posted by Mr. Pockets


Aren't you a writer?

What? (thank goodness for the edit button)


Besides, I come in here so I don't have to think about writing, spelling or any of that other stuff I have to remember when telling people how great a company is when *I* know they're . . . well, let me put it this way. A direct quote from one of our clients: "On a good day, we're barely legal." Sheesh!

[SVXphile]

<They keep illuding me.>

Well, if you would just behave and calm down, the doctor wouldn't have to prescribe Illudes. Those darn things are ADDICTING! Don