Well, I Learned Something Today…

Courtesy dictates turning off your cellphone ringer in a restaurant, right? (You fools who said no can go back to reading Cathy now. I hear she’s getting engaged to Irving this week, you’re pretty excited aren’t you? Go now.)

The folks and I went out to breakfast, so naturally I turned off the ringer. Also naturally, I forgot about it. Considering that I never get calls and that I’ve only felt the thing vibrate in my hand, when it went off while attached to my hip I was alarmed—Gas? On my hip? I hope not. Squeaky chair? Dried out rattan! Of course. A simple squirm and it went away, for fifteen seconds.

Great baby Jeebus. Am I extra dumb or what?

Maybe not, even though I still have a hard time appreciating the nuance of Marvin, Marmaduke, or even Mallard Filmore.

[What a dullard! – ed You ain’t kidding. I don’t even get Hazel. – bob]

Your best pal,

bob