….so I says to him, if Bob can walk his albino python up and down the hall on a leash, why can’t I bring in my llama?? It’s an emotional-support animal too!
There’s a game where you and a friend (or a cell phone) are on an elevator with only a floor or two to go, and someone else gets on. You make some mind-boggling statement, like the one above, and then get off at your floor.
WE ALL WANT TO KNOW THE REST OF THE STORY!
Some of you, especially Americans, may have heard the great Paul Harvey’s radio broadcast of that name, where he tells ‘What Else Happened.’ He had a tale of a male British teen with a pure, sweet voice, who sang in the school choir.
One day, he was viciously elbowed in the face during a basketball game, and completely bit off almost an inch of his somewhat long tongue. A doctor sewed up the end of the rest, but told him that he would never sing again. After he graduated, he became Mick Jagger – lead singer for The Rolling Stones – and that’s the reason for the Rolling Stone logo.
Back in the Stone Ages, when airplanes still had propellers, a young American man accompanied a Catholic bishop on a business trip to Chicago. As they neared O’Hare Airport, the plane was struck by lightning in a powerful storm, and a couple of the engines stopped.
The Captain came on the intercom and said that they might have to ditch. In the row behind the young man were a couple with an 8-year-old girl. She began screaming and crying, further panicking other passengers. The young man undid his seatbelt, and turned around, kneeling on his seat. He began to make strange, funny faces at the little girl, until she, and surrounding passengers, were chuckling and laughing at him.
The engines restarted, they safely landed in Chicago, and Red Skelton went on to a very successful career in comedy.
I’ve had a couple of these cases where I was able to find out the whole story. During my late teens, my younger brother carried on a summer romance with a girl whose family owned a cottage on our beach. She and her mother stayed all summer, and her father drove in every Friday night after work.
One time, she went home with him for the week. My brother looked forward to her return on Friday night. When he arrived, she was shaken and sobbing. Her father had run over and killed, an Indian on the highway through the adjoining reservation.
Later in the summer, I was hanging out with a lad that my Mother had warned me to stay away from. He told me the story of, earlier in the summer, going out to the Res (already risky) and getting drunk with a group of Indian teens – unpredictable, and far riskier.
They were walking beside the highway, facing traffic, when he stumbled into one of them. Instantly angry and irritated, the guy gave him a great shove, and he landed in the ditch. The force of the push knocked the other drunken teen over backward….right into the path of the oncoming car.
I took my car to a mechanic for service. He also worked on the personal car of an Ontario Provincial Police officer. His patrol area was down the big highway, almost to the airport on the edge of Toronto. He told my tech a story.
One night, around 3 AM, he was sitting in a turn-around, with his radar gun aimed back up the road. At that time, the highway was almost empty. Suddenly, a set of headlights appeared. That in itself is unusual, because lights usually start as a distant glow, and increase.
The radar readout increases and gets more accurate as the vehicle gets nearer. The speed limit is 100KmH (about 62.25 American MPH) He watched, stupefied….50 – 100 – 150 – 200 – 225 – 250 – 275 – 300. Just as the blur passed him, the screen read 304KmH!
He thought about starting the cruiser….and then just shook his head. He considered radioing for assistance, and shook it again.
About a month later, another friend of the mechanic dropped in for a visit. He owns the ‘Robin Masters’ Ferrari from Magnum P.I. because he’s a computer-tech genius. He fixes big computer systems when they crash, and he’s on-call 24/7/365. Calls can come at any time, and from Toronto to Taiwan. Losses can be thousands of dollars per hour, so time is of the essence.
He was wakened about 2:00AM, with a computer-crash in Dubai. A chartered plane would be waiting at the Toronto airport. Get there ASAP!! He told his buddy that the highway was almost empty, so he really let’er out. “It’s a good thing that there were no cops out that night, because I was really flying. Musta been doin’ almost 300 K.”
And now you know ‘The Rest Of The Story.’
Come back in a couple of days, and I’ll tell you another fascinating story. 🙂