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I had some strange messages on my answering machine. A woman called and
said, "Lester, this is Deana and I wanna know why you haven't gotten your
son out of jail. I'm gonna be on your butt!" Two minutes later, she
called again and said, "Lester, I wanna know why you are not picking up
your phone, please." A few minutes later, the telephone rang. Being
curious, I picked it up and said, "Hello?" A different woman said, "I
want to talk to Sarah." I said, "You have the wrong number. This is
xxx-2619." She said, "That's Sarah's number and I want to talk to her
right now!" After some confusing conversation, she said, "Oh! I see. . .
Sarah Maestas . . . xxx-4235." and hung up. I wonder what list she was
looking at. xxx-4235 is an unlisted number.
This is a true fishing story. A bunch of people were fishing at a very
small farm pond. No alcoholic beverages, smoking, or chewing tobacco
were allowed. They had been sitting on the bank for quite some time, but
nobody was getting a bite. One man pulled out some beef jerky and chewed
off a piece. It was so foul-tasting, he just about gagged and spit it
out. Another man took out some beef jerky, cut off a small piece, put it
on his hook, and cast it into the pond. Almost immediately, he had a
strike and pulled out a 25-1/2 inch Northern pike. Humm? Beef jerky for
bait?
At 10:00 a.m., I walked over, woke Ella up, and paid her the lot rent.
She told me that Anthony in Lot #2 was having a feud with Johnny in Lot
#4 and she had to make them sign a notarized non-violence, non-verbal
abuse, non-guesturing agreement. What a world!