Take a number, please.
After I retired from Ma Bell in 1988, I moved from Maryland to Houston and somehow got tricked into my third Marriage. Although I provided my new wife with all the luxuries required for happy living, including a brand new home, she somehow felt it wasn't right for the man of the house to pursue such silly things as playing cards and shooting dice - but should find a more lucrative pastime, such as (in her words) a "real" job. After several failed attempts to please her, the blessed union was dissolved.
Only until recently, here in Greenville, North Carolina, did I spot the perfect job. On a well traveled road is a sign advertising "SPEEDOMETER REPAIR." "Wow" I thought, how long could I be in business before I got my first customer? Since I personally have never needed speedometer repair, nor do I know of anyone, or have ever HEARD of anyone needing speedometer repair, this could have been my perfect full-time job, open 24/7 (as they say). Of course, as the bustling business burgeoned, I would have to buy one of those "Take a number, please" dispensers.
Pax Vobiscum
HDT
Only until recently, here in Greenville, North Carolina, did I spot the perfect job. On a well traveled road is a sign advertising "SPEEDOMETER REPAIR." "Wow" I thought, how long could I be in business before I got my first customer? Since I personally have never needed speedometer repair, nor do I know of anyone, or have ever HEARD of anyone needing speedometer repair, this could have been my perfect full-time job, open 24/7 (as they say). Of course, as the bustling business burgeoned, I would have to buy one of those "Take a number, please" dispensers.
Pax Vobiscum
HDT
posted by revsnodgrass | 6:24 AM
1 Comments:
If Speedometer Repair doesn't work out for you, another good career choice might be Marriage Counseling. With your credentials . . .
Another bridge player I know took up marriage counseling after 3 months of marriage followed by a quick divorce. I think her advice must have been DON'T.
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