Something caught my attention on the door jamb. I hadn't noticed it before, so I think it is new.
It looked (something) like this (blogger is not cooperating with spacing today):
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It took a moment for me to realize what it was. A means for the tellers and the security camera to estimate someone's height.
With the sorry state of the economy and unemployment on the rise, bank robberies are occurring more frequently.
With the handy dandy door tool, we will be able to know how tall the 'perp' is.
I think I will do my banking at the drive-up window.
Then I went to the grocery store. The man in front of me at the check-out line had a rather large looking hunting knife in a sheath on his belt. I don't know if my 'city folk' readers are accustomed to seeing this kind of thing, but it is common in the Northwoods.
Reminded me of a story that I may have told you. Please bear with me if I am repeating myself.
It was a summer day, perhaps 15 or so years ago. Pat was out guiding, but I was expecting him home shortly.
A truck pulled in the driveway and Bill hopped out. Bill is a good friend and a funny guy. He explained to me that he was on his way to his son's little league game when the lady in front of him hit and killed a deer.
Bill, helpful guy that he is, asked her if she wanted the deer. "No." she replied in disgust.
So Bill (hunting knife at the ready) gutted the deer on the side of the road and threw it (the deer not the guts) in the back of his truck.
He wondered if he could hang the deer in our garage while he went to Tom's little league game.
I agreed and Bill strung the deer up from the rafters in the garage, promising to come get it after the baseball game was over.
Imagine Pat's surprise when he returned from a day of guiding and backed the boat into the garage.
Oh, deer.
5 comments:
That was good!
I am so glad to hear there are still places that allow this. Washington State used to have a special "person" that came and picked up freshly killed deer to used for the prison food. Now no one is allowed to use it and it is so sad to see the animal go to waste. Gentleman Farmer hunts and we are only allowed one deer. I rarely buy beef so we are very dependant on that venison. *thots*
(my way of saying "I've been thinkin')
That was a GREAT story. My husband's first thought would have been, "I guess she took up hunting."
He knows that with me he can expect just about anything.
Have a beautiful weekend!
Yu'll do your banking at the drive up window? Don't want to get caught????? Check next time you go through, maybe they check out how tall you are in relation to your steering wheel. I thought for sure, too, that the end of that story was going to be YOU wielding that knife on that deer and having venison steak ready for Pat for dinner. Linda
Thanks for your comments girls!
Those colored height strips are on every fast food chain restaurant too. They have been for years.
Same at many gas stations...and liquor stores (not that I'd know this....a friend told me )
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