cesb wrote:Were they hers, or was this some kind of extended-release practical joke?

They were hers. It was some kind of extended oversight. I guess Grey Poupon needs to change the packaging every once in a while. Or my mother just needs to be a little less clingy towards the condiments during a move/new fridge purchase.

Yesterday I went to pick up the trailer for the show. On my drive back to the house I saw a man biking towards me down the neighborhood. He was in his mid 60s and his long beard was dyed bright green. He was wearing a white dress. There was a live parrot perched on this head.

I didn't know what to do. I beeped my horn and gave him thumbs up.

He briefly nodded and continued biking.

= Justin

technical difficulties . . . so many of them today

Justin from Queens wrote:Yesterday I went to pick up the trailer for the show. On my drive back to the house I saw a man biking towards me down the neighborhood. He was in his mid 60s and his long beard was dyed bright green. He was wearing a white dress. There was a live parrot perched on this head.

I didn't know what to do. I beeped my horn and gave him thumbs up.

He briefly nodded and continued biking.

= Justin

I think that is standard protocol. You played it correctly.

My boss is a 51 year old man with very long grey hair worn in a pony tail -- his tresses professionally teased by a lispy, house-call-making stylist every other week -- and today I still didn't get over it.

My co-worker gave me this:



and

I scored 5 pairs of "premium" jeans at the Goodwill.

OK now - this little juxtaposition made me do a double(triple?)-take:



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Arson Smith wrote:

Shoot me baby one more time.