Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. I had an interesting experience the other day. I mean normally it would not have registered on the “gee wheeze” scale, but in this case it did. Let me explain. A few days ago, I took my car in to have a slow leak fixed on my tire and decided to get an oil change while I was there. I have one of those cars that can tell you the life of your oil…and mine registered 25%…not quite ready but close enough to want to save another trip to the mechanic’s shop. All went well, tire was fixed, and the oil was changed, or at least I thought so; the next day my dashboard light came on saying my oil was at 15% life. I figured they just forgot to reset the computer but to be sure I let the car set for a while and I checked the oil. Sure enough, it looked low to me. Hmmmm!? There were no oil spills around the car to indicate a more serious problem, so the next day I drop by the shop. I know the guy who runs the shop; good guy…we used to work at the same plant some years ago. He told one of his mechanics to go out and check the levels. It was low enough to put in another ½-to ¾ quart of oil. He explained that they use a hose to put the oil in the engine and they go off the manual as to how much oil the engine holds, and sometimes it comes up a bit short. Now he tells me. LOL Anyway, I asked the owner to show me how to reset the computer reading. I rolled the window down, he leaned in and proceeded to walk me through a few easy steps that reset my oil life. I thanked him and we shook hands. Then as I was leaving the lot…it dawned on me…that I could not remember the last time I actually shook someone’s hand. It actually felt good. It was like you could take the true measure of that person in front of you, much more so than an elbow bump, or an air hand fist. I never thought about it much but it does kind of make me wonder with all of this social distancing, don’t touch, and wearing mask that hides half of your face, how much humanity are we losing as a society? I pray this is short lived and does not become the new “normal”.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“To touch or not to touch is the question these days, or is it the problem?” Dogpound Wisdom
SMILES
An artist asked the gallery owner if there had been any interest in her paintings that were on display. “Well, I have good news and bad news,” the owner responded. “The good news is that a gentleman noticed your work and wondered if it would appreciate in value after your death. I told him it would, and he bought all 10 of your paintings.” “That’s wonderful,” the artist exclaimed. “What’s the bad news?”
“The gentleman was your doctor.”
A man goes to see his marriage counselor. “Something terrible is happening and I have to talk to you about it.” “What’s wrong?” The counselor asked. The man replied, “My wife is poisoning me.” “How can that be?” The man then pleads, “I’m telling you, I’m certain she’s poisoning me. What should I do?” The counselor made an offer, “Tell you what. Let me talk to her. I’ll see what I can find out and I’ll let you know.” A week later the counselor calls the man. “I spoke to your wife on the phone for three hours. You want my advice?” The man said yes. “Take the poison!”
Out of room!
JR
