Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. As I mentioned last week, I had the opportunity to go the Kentucky Oaks races at Churchill Downs, which is held the day before the Kentucky Derby. The rains had stopped, the sun came out, and it was turning into a pretty nice day to be at the track. After a few races, we decided to go down in the grandstand and grab something to eat. We went over to a booth and picked up a pulled pork sandwich, bag of chips and a bottle of water. The BBQ sauce and napkins were located on the other side of the stand, and my hands were full. I had the sandwich in my right hand, and the chips and water in my left. To grab a few napkins, I put my sandwich down on the counter….then presto, my sandwich disappeared. What happened? Funny story actually. Going from the bright sunlight into the dimly lit grandstand, my glasses were still transitioning from dark to clear, and to add to the darkness, the tabletops at the stand were covered in dark cloth. Then to complete the mystery, the table where the BBQ sauce and napkins sat did not extend the full length of the counter. This left a dark 3-foot area that looked like it was a solid surface, but indeed there was nothing there but thin air, and that was where my sandwich disappeared. It actually took me a minute or two to figure out what had happened. I had the sandwich, put it down to grab a napkin, and then no sandwich. Like magic! Anyway, the nice lady at the counter gave me another one for free, and at $10 per pop, they could afford it!
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“It does not matter how slowly you go, just as long as you do not stop.”
At the airport check-in counter, a man overheard a woman asking for window seats for both herself and her husband. The clerk pointed out that this would prevent them from sitting together. “Sweetie,” the woman replied, “I’ve just spent 10 days of quality time in a compact rental car with this man. I know what I’m requesting!”
Hearing his wife as she sings, the husband says, “You know, dear, when you sing like that, I just wish you were on the radio.” The wife smiles and replies, “Wow honey, you think I am that good?” “No, but at least that way I can change the station or turn it off.”
The young wife was in tears when she opened the door for her husband.
“I’ve been insulted,” she sobbed. “Your mother insulted me.” “My mother!” he exclaimed. “But she is a hundred miles away.” “I know, but a letter came for you this morning and I opened it.” He looked stern, “I see, but where does the insult come in?” “In the postscript,” she answered. “It said: ‘Dear Alice, don’t forget to give this letter to George.’”
Time to go. As always, be good, do good, play safe, and remember: strange things do happen in the dark.