Hello All -
Been a while I know. I also know that my P.O. wasn't fooling when she said I had to let her know when I was leaving the state per the conditions of my parole. Imagine my chagrin when I found that she too likes the penny slots at them river boats. I honest to God believed the boats were in Nebraska. Fear not, my time 'away' was spent acquainting myself with a map and I shall not make that mistake again. My new geographical knowledge will prevent any more slip-ups -- that and my new court ordered ankle bracelet.
Ok, on to the mail bag. Long time Omaholic reader and new correspondent Hack Jandey writes:
An interesting topic came up last night when I was chatting with some friends. It involved the timeless question of picking up your date, should you arrive early or late? One person was of the philosophy you should show up a little late just in case she is running late. I countered with; you should show up at the correct time and then proceed to walk the perimeter of house, peeking in all the windows to determine if she is ready.
According to the others this not the correct approach.
I then made my second suggestion that you pull up at the correct time and honk your horn, if she doesn’t come out she is probably not ready. At this point you should drive to the nearest 7/11 and buy one of those single cans of beer that are often served in a brown paper bag. Drive back to the house and sit in the car, drink your beer, and wait politely. Once you’re finished with the beer, you should honk your horn again to see if she is ready.
Apparently that’s no good either.
