re: #281 dangerman

Im voting for falling back an hour every Sunday

What a long strange day it’s been….

Actually, started when I saw a woman’s purse fly off the roof of the car in front of me on a busy four-lane street. I pulled over, waited for traffic to clear, then picked up the purse. I checked the license and got an address. Drove about 30 minutes to the other side of the next city only to find that she had moved. Dove deeper into to purse and found another address. Drove 15 more minutes and found the house and a car in the driveway that matched the one I originally saw. I pounded on the door. Nothing. Tapped on windows. Nothing. I did NOT want to drive all that way again, so i pounded one more time and finally a peeved-looking man came to the door. I asked if the was the F___ residence to which he responded in the affirmative. Asked him to describe his wife’s purse. Certain it was right, I went back to my car, got it, and handed it over. By now he looked a bit stunned. Just as I was getting into my car I think it dawned on him and he said “thank you, thank you—what’s your name?” I just smiled, got back up on my horse back into my crappy little car, and drove away.