Unemployed. Maybe retired. Not sure.
Less than 1.
It was so surprising, so unbelievable, and so hilarious… no room for a moment of creepiness. More like I can’t believe it! Did you see that? Laughter. And a sense that I didn’t want to eat any of that pie. But as soon as the hostess cut away the “contaminated” part, even that faded. The pie was great.
There’s his Roy Cohn!
I tweet, therefore I am.
So the first two comments are making the same point? A rose by any other same….
Two Corinthians walk into a bar….
L. Ron Hubbard used to instruct his Scientology followers to go out and buy multiple copies of his books. The local Scientology congregation would then purchase them back from except for the single copy that any good Scientologist would keep for his/her library. This drove the books onto the bestseller lists, so the bookstores would order more copies.
So how did this benefit Hubbard and his organization? After repeating the buy, return, re-sell cycle a time or two, the presence of the book on the influential Bestseller Lists would drive real customers into the stores to purchase the things to see what was the big deal. So the books actually became bestsellers at this point!
The subterfuge came to light when bookstores all over the country noticed that the second shipments of the books would often have stickers from the original sellers. B. Dalton, for example, would open a box of fifty supposedly new copies and find price tags from Walden, or Brentano, or Doubleday. Apparently, through obliviousness or simple carelessness, they had failed ro remove the tags when they “resold” them to the bookstores.
Eventually the scheme was described in the press and the consequent embarrassment put the quietus on the deception.
I used to work in a bookstore. A customer one evening asked me for a copy of “The Hobbit” and mentioned that her nephew had asked for it as a birthday present.
She said, “Oh no, we want a readin’ book, not a talkin’ book.”
Did I mention that I live in the Deep South?
My sister’s cat Archie was a come-and-go kitty. He came or went at will through a pet door in the kitchen that connected to a deck a full story above the back lawn, accessible by a flight of stairs.
Then Archie came from the kitchen and jumped up on her lap.
But the crunching continued.
Of course you know where this is going. She found a really big opossum happily enjoying the kibble. He didn’t even pause when my sister came into the kitchen.
She used a broom to prod the thing toward the door and he left peacefully, never to be seen again. I wonder why he didn’t make her kitchen a regular stop? Maybe he found better cat food at another house?
And maybe he and Archie were friends? Because the cat was entirely unagitated through the whole thing.
I’d like to see a battle of wills between Pansy Yokum and Lady Trieu.