Do you have any future plans?
My friend, Mike, told me the story about how he drove across country to L.A. He made the trip in record time, driving through the night and rarely stopping to see the sights along the way. By the time he reached the Arizona/California border he was so jacked up on truckstop coffee that he panicked when he saw there was checkpoint ahead.
As he slowed to a stop, he quickly scanned his floorboard for empty beer cans and other incriminating evidence. A uniformed official directed him to stop. Mike rolled down his window and smiled.
- Hi.
- Good afternoon. Where are you headed?
- Los Angeles.
- Looks like you've got a full load.
- Yes sir, everything I own. I'm making the big move west.
- Do you have any future plans?
- Yes sir, I have a friend who lives in Hollywood. He says I can crash on his couch for a few weeks until I get a place of my own. I'm a musician, so I'm hoping to hook up with a band, but I'll probably have to find a job or something until I land a full-time gig, but I've got a little money saved up, just in case.
The guy with the badge listened patiently to Mike's moving story. He'd probably heard it a million times.
- That's great, but I still need to know if have any fruits or plants?
- Oh, fruits or plants? No, none of those.
- Thank you. Good luck.
Mike's future plans panned out nicely. He's one of the hottest singer/songwriters in town, and Dwight Yoakum just recorded one of his songs, the aptly titled "Late Great Golden State."
posted by Josh Troy at 10:02 PM
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I was wondering if I could get automatically e-mail notified when you add to your blog? I'm tired of checking in and seeing the same old posts. Also, please let me know if you'll be using some lame-ass PHP script that logs my email to a text file, only to be harvested by some other program that adds my address to hundreds of e-mail spam lists.
Had an 8th-grade English teacher who would actually beat students for making puns. In spite of that, I still find phonetic chaos the most irresistable of the seven major deadly earthly confusions, whatever they are. The evidence is indisputable, though: cops and psychology profs are the unrivaled masters of the inadvertant Joycean pun! And if only Congress would permit English teachers to beat them, what a sweet world this would be.
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