Well, well, well...
...it seems as though some Atlantans have taken offense at my thought’s on their driving “skills”:
“...I have to keep yanking you back to reality -- you're the one who spends so much time in traffic court...”
Oh yeah? Listen, there’s nothing wrong with my driving skills. It’s just that the cops all want me. Either that or they want a raise. A cop friend of mine wrote me that:
“...my evaluations usually reflected the fact that I was not much of a ticket writer. "Needs to be more pro-active in traffic enforcement related duties..."
Well, the fact that some cops are chastised for not being as “pro-active” as they should be when it comes to ticket writing implies that there are some who are commended for it. Isn’t that a scary thought? These yahoos get raises for writing tickets.
Once I sent a patient to the emergency room from the nursing home at which I was working. I was quite sure that she had a fractured hip and right or wrong, she was in far too much pain for me to control so I sent her out. As the paramedics wheeled her down the hall, I was informed that, “If they don’t admit her to the hospital, the insurance will make us pay for the trip.”
I spent many years training to be a nurse, never once did anyone mention insurance as a consideration when sending people out for further medical care. But, a consideration it is.
There are some decisions that should never be made with concern for financial gain of any sort. The law and medicine are two such professions where it should never enter the minds of those in control.
The cops that write as many tickets as possible, like the psychiatrist who treats people for 20 years and never cures them, should be dragged and quartered.
Oh, by the way...remember the lady who found herself the victim of a cheating husband, fraudulent divorce papers and still married to her louse of a spouse? Well, the debauched husband had her dropped from his medical insurance from the US Navy even before the fake divorce. Here’s an update from the “wife that counts”:
“...Great news!
I just got off the phone with a woman in the HQ of the Navy department that handles this kind of stuff and as of this morning fraudulent wife is removed from the insurance and I am back on, retroactive!...”
Methinks that the “wife who doesn’t count” will be notified in a rather official manner. The Navy will see to that. You don’t have to call Cleo to know that this guy is in some serious hot water, water so hot that the Navy will want to ship his ass inland...to maybe...Fort Leavenworth? Stay tuned...I think the shit’s about to hit a submarine propeller in that household.
“...maybe he left you because you couldn’t satisfy him...men need sex...”
Since you have never been the recipient of one of my blow jobs...I’m gonna let that one go. But trust me...it was I who begged for sex. And not in a kinky way. It was more an act of desperation. And this from the man to whom I gave the ultimate gift...I brought another woman into our bed for him once as a present. It was a woman that I knew he liked. There was nothing more that I could have done.
All I got was a big hairy back to my face and I even tried licking that nasty thing. Believe me when I say that I would be doing that for a long time and with many detours. I could be totally under the blankets doing my thing and all he would do was snore. The doctors gave him testosterone patches and Viagra...but he never used them. Go figure.
Well, I have a flat tire and it happened in the driveway so I have to tend to it. I’d rather break down on the highway because all I have to do in that situation is stand there holding two pieces of a jack looking confused. Someone will help very soon. And, my car that doesn’t work apparently has the wrong tires. My son said they wouldn’t work...apparently they make different sizes. Whatever.
So, I have to get dressed and act like I’m leaving my warm house for the bitter cold outside. I hate that.
See ya,
Meg
...it seems as though some Atlantans have taken offense at my thought’s on their driving “skills”:
“...I have to keep yanking you back to reality -- you're the one who spends so much time in traffic court...”
Oh yeah? Listen, there’s nothing wrong with my driving skills. It’s just that the cops all want me. Either that or they want a raise. A cop friend of mine wrote me that:
“...my evaluations usually reflected the fact that I was not much of a ticket writer. "Needs to be more pro-active in traffic enforcement related duties..."
Well, the fact that some cops are chastised for not being as “pro-active” as they should be when it comes to ticket writing implies that there are some who are commended for it. Isn’t that a scary thought? These yahoos get raises for writing tickets.
Once I sent a patient to the emergency room from the nursing home at which I was working. I was quite sure that she had a fractured hip and right or wrong, she was in far too much pain for me to control so I sent her out. As the paramedics wheeled her down the hall, I was informed that, “If they don’t admit her to the hospital, the insurance will make us pay for the trip.”
I spent many years training to be a nurse, never once did anyone mention insurance as a consideration when sending people out for further medical care. But, a consideration it is.
There are some decisions that should never be made with concern for financial gain of any sort. The law and medicine are two such professions where it should never enter the minds of those in control.
The cops that write as many tickets as possible, like the psychiatrist who treats people for 20 years and never cures them, should be dragged and quartered.
Oh, by the way...remember the lady who found herself the victim of a cheating husband, fraudulent divorce papers and still married to her louse of a spouse? Well, the debauched husband had her dropped from his medical insurance from the US Navy even before the fake divorce. Here’s an update from the “wife that counts”:
“...Great news!
I just got off the phone with a woman in the HQ of the Navy department that handles this kind of stuff and as of this morning fraudulent wife is removed from the insurance and I am back on, retroactive!...”
Methinks that the “wife who doesn’t count” will be notified in a rather official manner. The Navy will see to that. You don’t have to call Cleo to know that this guy is in some serious hot water, water so hot that the Navy will want to ship his ass inland...to maybe...Fort Leavenworth? Stay tuned...I think the shit’s about to hit a submarine propeller in that household.
“...maybe he left you because you couldn’t satisfy him...men need sex...”
Since you have never been the recipient of one of my blow jobs...I’m gonna let that one go. But trust me...it was I who begged for sex. And not in a kinky way. It was more an act of desperation. And this from the man to whom I gave the ultimate gift...I brought another woman into our bed for him once as a present. It was a woman that I knew he liked. There was nothing more that I could have done.
All I got was a big hairy back to my face and I even tried licking that nasty thing. Believe me when I say that I would be doing that for a long time and with many detours. I could be totally under the blankets doing my thing and all he would do was snore. The doctors gave him testosterone patches and Viagra...but he never used them. Go figure.
Well, I have a flat tire and it happened in the driveway so I have to tend to it. I’d rather break down on the highway because all I have to do in that situation is stand there holding two pieces of a jack looking confused. Someone will help very soon. And, my car that doesn’t work apparently has the wrong tires. My son said they wouldn’t work...apparently they make different sizes. Whatever.
So, I have to get dressed and act like I’m leaving my warm house for the bitter cold outside. I hate that.
See ya,
Meg
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