Just a silly little TR - Run Away!!

[pkondz]

I agree with Backstage Gal....I've only known you as Pkondz (pecans ) and I don't know if I would feel comfortable calling you or any of the others by any other name even though it may smell as sweet (took a little literary creative licensing there).

As long as you paid the licensing fee, you're all right.

I was thinking the old Tom, Dick or Harry thing but knew that those names couldn't stand up to the personality that is Pkondz worship LOL

Well if it makes you feel better, my name is most definitely not Tom, Dick or Harry. But any other guess will be met with a stern No Comment!

Just in case someone does guess right.

ok well considering i'm an oversized pooh size now and with health issues i have to really try and be good. I could overlook it if disney say posted something that all calories and sugar have been baked out of their food.



i've been working on moving fast food out of my diet as in the afore (there's a word you don't see much and yes if you check the dictionary it's there so ) mentioned post. I do eat them every now and again but they are no longer a staple and luckily i don't particularly care for them much now but i'm not in any way stating that any of you should not continue to enjoy them.

Oh, boy. I stepped in it there didn't I? Sorry if I was insensitve. I know trying to lose a few pounds is not fun. Good for you for moving fast food out of your diet. Not necessarily easy to do either.

 

[Backstage_Gal]

Hey, Marita, you are special and the exception to the buzz rule. I love your name and it's what I think of you as. Maybe it's because I can't figure out a suitable shortened form of "Backstage Gal", but nope, it's just because you're special......and because you have offered to share wine!

Aww, shucks, thanks Buzz! Here's to the Dis

Hmm, that looks way too much like drinking a coke, LOL.

BTW, I really dont like "Gal" anything, I just couldn't think of anything better at the time, and now it's way too late to change, sigh!

 

[pkondz]

Yep, I'm going to do it, I'm going to enter into the fray of the fierce arena of opinions on Disney snacks.

I know I am going to completely mystify Pkondz and orange kitty, but I don't like zebra domes at all, not even slightly. But wait....put down those rocks, I don't like the taste of coffee anything, so I will gladly let you two have my share of them.

I do like dole whip floats, but not really just the plain dole whip soft serve. The pineapple juice gives it the zing it needs in my opinion.

I have tried a cream cheese pretzel once. It was about 2:30 am during an EMH at the MK and more than anything I got it so I could concentrate on staying awake and not falling off the boat like Nebo has said might happen to me being the evening EMH fan that I am. The chewing was successful in keeping me awake and the pretzel was pretty decent, but I wouldn't necessarily rush back for one.

Schoolbread, another big snack item, doesn't really do it for me. I'm okay with coconut, but I have to be in a "coconut mood". DH really likes schoolbread though.

I do like just about anything caramel from Karamel Kuche. Yummy! I will literally walk the length of WS just to get something from this shop.

I also like the peach oolong tea from the "Joy of China" tea stand. It can be a tad sweet sometimes, but in the raging heat of May-September at Disney when WS literally feels like a frying pan, it is a must do for me.

I also think Disney popcorn is yummy!

And that completes Buzz's commentary on the Disney snacks she has sampled and her reviews of said snacks. And now back to Pkondz's regular program.

You are forgiven. Although. I usually don't like coffee flavoured anything either. But those little babies...

I make a triple chocolate cheesecake that everybody seems to love (me too) and it has coffee in it. But it's not so overpowering that you think "coffee dessert". I don't think of a certain round delicacy as a "coffee dessert".

BTW, that's a pretty good commentary on snacks! I had a list somewhere of all the snacks I wanted to eat. I also keep this thread in my subscription list: http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=1801765

Carrot cake cookie at Writer's Stop is Ruby's fave.

 

[pkondz]

Oh yeah.....Pkondz, I'm really glad you are staying Pkondz. It just wouldn't be the same and like I had already posted, I wouldn't have used the "real life" name anyway.

Pkondz suits you.

Pkondz, Ponzi, and all other variations and Ruby it shall be!

Unless Ponzi decides otherwise and reveals his name is Ernest, of course.....

BTW, I am Marita. It used to be in my signature, but I deleted it for a couple of reasons. Might be easier to type than my screen name, LOL.

First, I can earnestly say that it's not Earnest!

That's the last one! A freebie.

Now that you mention it, I do remember seeing Marita in your siggie.

Everybody knows me as pkondz or ponzi. I think if I came up to you at a meet and greet and said, "Hi my name is what're you looking here for? I'd just get a blank stare.

On the other hand, it might be better than what I'd get if I said, "Hi I'm pkondz!"

<smack!>

 

[Thumper_Man]

Aww, shucks, thanks Buzz! Here's to the Dis

Hmm, that looks way too much like drinking a coke, LOL.

How about this one:


Or this one:

 

[pkondz]

Does anyone else remembering Ponzi offering to send them a postcard from Hawaii? I don't remember him offering to send anyone a postcard but Nebo. I went back to Nebo's TR and found the proof.

Sounds to me like he strictly told NEBO (not anyone who wants a postcard) to send him a pm and he'll send him one.

And yes, for the record; Nebo isn't around yet so someone has to give you a hard time besides your wife and kids. Who better than your Dis friends.

I believe T Man is correct. Only Nebo was offered a postcard from Hawaii.

T-Man. You should know better than to poke a sleeping bear. Yup. Your quotes are correct. But... on the next page or so, you posted this:

You know you just can't send Nebo & Smidgy one and not the rest of us. JK. Have fun in Hawaii.

And I responded with:

Sure I can. Besides Nebo hasn't PMd me their address yet, so maybe you'll be the only one who gets one.

Of course the card might only say, "I'm here and you're not! ". That's a chance you'll just have to take.

Okay, so maybe I didn't specifically invite everyone... although it was meant that way (and I was a little surprised that nobody took me up on my offer). But you specifically were invited.

Nyah! Nyah!

My real name is Carrie, which I have posted before. But O Kitty Squared is much funnier. So you could just call me kitty.
What was that you called me ponzi?

I believe it was 'brace of kitties' a brace is older english for two. A brace of rabbits is two rabbits.

I also took the first letter P since I thought that might be your first initial.

You too?

 

[pkondz]

So then what's taking so long to post the next chapter. In the words of Speedy Gonzales "Arriba! Arriba! Ándale! Ándale!"

Okay! Okay! Coming right up.

 

[pkondz]

Karma’s a… wait let me try that again. Family board ya know.
Life’s a beach. No that’s not what I want to say either.
Karma’s on the way to the beach.

Yeah. That’s it.

All right kiddies, gather round the glowing screen, uncle pkondz is going to tell you a story. And today, it’s gonna be a loooooong one.

We last left our intrepid foursome overjoyed and possibly a little verklempt because the cat was out of the bag. And boy was it ticked!

No, no, no. That’s just an expression. The cat was less than amused. No, no, no. We don’t even have a cat.

We’re going to Hawaii!!

Everyone was pretty pumped about going to Hawaii.
Kay had never mentioned Hawaii as a favourite destination, but she was sure happy to hear we were going.

Hang on, gotta back up here a little.

I like to play a little game with the DDs every now and then. Maybe you play it too with your kids or friends or whatnots. It’s called, “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?”

I actually discourage Disney World… Gasp!

Well, see, we’ve been there a couple of times with the rugrats and I want them to expand their horizons a little. It’s a big, BIG world out there. At first, “Disney!” was the only answer I’d get, but as the curtain climbers evolved, so did their answers.

Kay would usually say someplace she’d been before but wanted to go again. Usually something/somewhere with rides or other activities she liked. (We went zip lining in Whistler, BC a couple of years ago. If you ever get the chance to go up there… do it.) Elle started to mention places that she heard Ruby or I talk about (either while reminiscing or dreaming). She mentioned France, Germany, Australia… but her number one ‘go to’ spot was Hawaii.

So Kay hadn’t mentioned Hawaii before, although when we were getting a little more sure we might go, we’d ask her if it was someplace she’d like to go and she would enthusiastically agree.

Elle, as mentioned, was dying to go to Hawaii. She’d been once before, but had never been.

What? Repeat that?

I said, she’d been to Hawaii once before… but had never been to Hawaii.

Oh, you should see the look on your face!

“Martha? Get a load ‘a this, heah. The boy says his child ain’t never been to Hawaii, but then he says she wuz there. Tarnation if that boy don’t got rocks in his hayloft.”

Let me see if I can explain this… ummm…. A couple of people mentioned something close to it… let’s see…

Ah. Got it.

Ruby and I were in Hawaii once before. We had a great time. We were young, happy and full of life. Sometimes, I have trouble remembering dates. Like if you ask me when I was first in Disney World, I have to think back to how old I was then do the mental math to figure out what year that was, etc. I do know though when we were in Hawaii our first (and until now only) time. It was 15 years and 9 months ago as of last April.

Did I mention Elle just turned 15 this past April? No? Must’ve slipped my mind.

Ahem.

So anyway, Elle was technically sort of in Hawaii once before. She might’ve been a little too young to remember much, though.

Funny story.
I’ve never been much for souvenirs. When I was about 9 years old, my folks took the family to Europe. I bought a bunch of cheap junky souvenirs… it’s what kids, and some adults, do. When I got a little older and was getting ready to move out on my own, I realized that I had a drawer full of crap that I hadn’t looked at in about 20 years. I tossed almost all of it.

Point being, I’m not much of a souvenir buyer anymore. I might, might buy something… but it has to appeal to me and be somewhat useful. When Ruby and I were in Hawaii, I bought a small teak turtle. Love that souvenir. Don’t know why, just do. What can I say, I like turtles. I think they’re cool.

Anyway, now you know two things. Ruby brought home a little something from Hawaii (and she didn’t have to pay duty either… the payments come later ) and I brought home a little turtle. It’s always been my favourite souvenir. Elle knows all this. We were in the kitchen discussing how much money the kids should bring for souvenirs or gifts for their friends. I made a comment, “Well I got my all time favourite souvenir in Hawaii.”

Elle cries out in dismay and disgust, “Dad! That’s gross!”

“I’m talking about my turtle. What are you talking about?”

Picture a young lady. Now picture her much redder and you’ll be bang on.


Finally the day of departure draws nigh.

Some of you are saying, “Finally? No kidding! The guy hasn’t even left his house and we’re on chapter three!”

Others are saying, “How do you draw a nigh? Do they teach that at magic of animation?”

The kids have (and I’m not making this up) been packed for two weeks. Cash has been withdrawn. Credit cards primed. Passports, flight details, reservations all gathered.

We’re ready to go.

Our flight leaves Winnipeg at 7:30am. For us folks in the Great White North, a flight anywhere in the States is an international flight, which means: Be at the airport two hours before departure time so that you’re too tired to complain about the fees for checked luggage.

We have to leave the house at 5:00am in order to get to the airport by 5:30am in order to stand around with a glazed expression until 7:30am.

The alarm goes off at 3:30am. <groan> You know who else gets up at 3:30?

Nobody! That’s who! And if you[/] get up at 3:30… what are you doing? Go back to bed!

Around 4:00 – 4:30 we make sure the kids are up. Thank goodness the adrenaline kicks in and they’re awake… and happy.

I am too.

5:00am. Everybody ready? Got everything? Doors locked? Lights off? Lets go!!

Usually, when I or we travel to the airport we’ll either call a cab or one of my folks will volunteer to drive us. My folks weren’t available that day (nor would I ask them to, that early) so a cab was in order.

But I didn’t call a cab.

I wanted to start the holiday off right so I ordered a limo…

A stretch limo. Just for the four of us.

When I called the limo company, I was told that their regular limo was already booked for that time. Would a white stretch car be all right? Sure!

I wanted to keep it a secret and surprise everybody, but I just couldn’t do it. Too excited about the whole trip I guess. Something had to give. So I told Ruby.
She thought it was a great idea and we decided to surprise the kids. I opened the garage door and this is what we saw:

Sorry about the picture quality. It was dark (hello! 5 freaking am!), rainy and foggy that morning. Which is perfect weather to leave. And as you’ll have noticed, we did not get a white stretch car… but a whit stretch SUV!

The DDs spot the limo… and well, you can guess from this next pic what their reaction was.

Boy, this trip sure is getting started on the right foot!

Boy, was I wrong.

Continued in next post…
We leave the driveway! No! Really! We do! Honest!

 

[pkondz]

… continued from previous post.

We all pile into the limo and off we go. Limo’s have tinted windows. It’s dark outside. We have no idea where we are. Hopefully the driver will take us to the airport…

Did I scare you?

Nah. The drive was uneventful. Fun… but uneventful.

We arrive at the airport and there’s only a short line up at the United check in. Sweet! Usually whenever we travel, I like to do online check in. But two things prevented that. When we first purchased the tickets, we got an email itinerary which stated that we couldn’t select our seats in advance. Whatever. The other thing is that since Ruby’s work was paying for her ticket, she had to book through work, while the rest of us had to find our own way. So, two itineraries.

Here’s what we were doing:
Winnipeg to Denver. Leaving 7:30am Arriving 9:00am.
Denver to Honolulu. Leaving 12:00noon Arriving 3:30pm

I figured that I’d open two windows on the United website and check in online separately but simultaneously and get us all sitting together.

That was the plan anyway.

When I tried to do it, the website couldn’t find Ruby’s itinerary… AND there were only single seats available for the whole aircraft. A couple near the front, one in the middle and one at the back. We’d be split up. Not a huge problem, but we were a little concerned for Kay.

Well, I’ll check us all in at the airport and see what they could do.

The lady at the United counter was very helpful. She told us there was nothing she could do and to go around asking passengers if they would switch seats with us when we were in Denver. Wonderful.

We had four bags to check in. One for each of us. Ruby’s work would pay for her suitcase. Elle and Kay’s suitcases were small enough that we decided to carry them on.

“But dad! I’ve got my hairspray in my bag! I can’t carry that on the plane!”

“No problem honey, after we’re done here I’ll just move it to my checked bag and everything will be fine.”

We weigh the bags… mine comes in at 49.8 lbs. Good thing I didn’t put that hairspray in first!

We grab the bags and I make a bee line for the checked bag conveyor belt. Throw my bag on the belt, grab Ruby’s bag, toss it on. Done!

Does anyone see the problem here, yet?

The two checked bags are happily travelling off into the bowels of the airport… and I still haven’t put Elle’s hairspray in it. D’oh!

Oh, well. It’s not like we’re flying to Timbuktu. Although I hear the Timbuktu hairspray export numbers are quite high. We’ll just pop into a Walmart or something in Honolulu.

Next stop Airport Security.

Last time I travelled with the family and went through security (must’ve been Orlando), I emptied out my pockets of keys and change, took off my shoes and belt… and the detector beeped.

“Do you have anything metal in your pockets, sir?”
“Nope.”

Ever notice how people who work at those kinds of jobs can make ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ sound like a curse?

I get the hand scanner treatment and it beeps over a pants pocket.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything metal in your pocket, sir?”
“Nope, just some of these wetnaps.” And I pull a small handful of wetnaps out of my pocket.

The security person scans the wetnaps and the wand squeals like a little girl.
Oh, wait. That was me, “Whaaaaat? Those are just wetnaps!!”

Ever since then, whenever I go to an airport, I seem to get extra attention.
“May we open your carry-on, sir? May we chemically test it sir? Would you step over here and let the large man with the even larger hands perform a cavity search sir?”

So we get to security and take all the liquids out of the girls’ bags and throw out the hairspray. Farewell! May you always stay strong!
I know. That pun sprayed chunks. Do you want the story or don’t you?

We go up to the security guy who takes one look at my passport and calls over his supervisor. Here we go again.
“May we open your carry-on, sir? May we chemically test it sir?”

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

“Would you like to stand in the ‘oh-so-invasive see through your clothes ultra sensitive yet always amusing to us’ scanner? Or would you like Mr. Hands to make you feel like a roll of Charmin.... sir.

Fine. Whatever. Scanner’s fine. Of course the rest of the family has breezed through and is semi-patiently waiting for me. Oddly enough, Customs passes us through without a second glance.

We arrive at our gate and the exciting ‘waiting around for the plane to start boarding’ begins. We board the plane, with Elle and Kay gate checking their bags. (For those who don’t know, that means the bags are dropped off right before you get on the plane and picked up later at destination just as you get off.) We take our seats, buckle up and… We are ready to go!!

Not so fast.

The pilot comes on the intercom and announces, “Folks, this is the captain. One of our systems hasn’t come up the way we’d like. We’ve been talking with our maintenance people and they think if we turn off the plane and start it up again, that should fix it. If not we’ll try and taxi around and see if that will fix it.”

Wow! What encouraging words? Will they turn the plane off the next time the system isn’t the way they like it…. at 25,000 feet?

They reboot the plane… and it doesn’t work. “Sorry, folks. For safety reasons, you’ll all have to deplane in order for us to taxi. You can leave your gate checked bags and we hope to be going shortly.”

That makes sense. They can cram us in like sardines and hurtle through the air at 400MPH, 5 miles up…. But you certainly wouldn’t want anyone aboard when you’re on the ground moving at 5MPH. Death from boredom is a very real possibility.

After a few minutes, they start bringing the gate checked bags back to the waiting area and announce that the flight has been cancelled.

But it’s okay, because: “We can book everyone on later flights! If everyone would either line up at the desk or proceed down the hall to the next United desk, we’ll get everyone done as quickly as we can.”

I take a quick look down the hall… only a few people are heading there. I’m off!
But you already knew that.

I get in line with only 1/2 dozen people or so in front of me. After several minutes, the United check in guy tells everyone that his terminal isn’t working and to please return to the other desk. I quick walk back and am now about 1/2 dozen people away from being last in line. Eventually, the check in girl lets everyone know that her terminal is down too and we’ll all have to go back through Canada customs, retrieve our checked bags, go back to the main check in area, re-book our flights, re-check our bags, go back through security and then U.S. customs…

I am NOT making this up.

Now all the passengers are standing around wondering where to go and how to get there. I overhear the United girl saying that somebody will guide us back. Suddenly the whole crowd begins to move back towards U.S. customs and security.

??? I didn’t think we could go back that way…. But I guess that’s what we’re doing.
Nope. Mob mentality. One person decided that the thing to do was go back the way they came and everybody else followed like sheep. Eventually winding up like the parade band in National Lampoon’s Animal House.

About… Face! We all return to the United check in girl, who doesn’t seem all that surprised to see us again.

I’ve always been of the opinion that if you find yourself in a stressful situation and people are being rude, crude or downright mean to people who have nothing to do with the situation except to be employed by the company causing the situation; you should go out of your way to be polite, friendly and supportive. It wasn’t check-in girl’s fault the plane didn’t work. It wasn’t her fault that the computer didn’t work.

But Mister Belligerent didn’t see it that way. It was her fault that he was a miserable, mouthy, curse filled person and he was darned well going to let her know it! And Older Couple then decided they had to get in on the act and while the wife didn’t do much, the husband made up for it by being as indignant as he could possibly muster. After watching and listening to Mr. Belligerent and Mr. Older Nasty Man harangue the poor check-in girl for a while, I wandered up to the desk and gave her an encouraging smile…

“Hi there! Having fun today? I promise I’m not going to yell at you too.”
I got a slightly scared/nervous smile.
“A lot of people are a little confused. We’re just waiting for someone to come and take us back through security, right?”
Bigger smile. A nod.
“And then we just grab our bags and check in again, right?”
Bigger relaxed, smile. “Yes, that’s right. Someone will be here in just a minute.”
“Thanks.”
See? That wasn’t so hard, right? I got more info then Mr. Belligerent or Mr. Older Nasty Man put together… in less time… with no corresponding rise in blood pressure.

This is where it’s fun to be a father. That’s right it’s embarrass the kids time! My favourite pass time! It doesn’t work as well as it used to ‘cause the DDs are getting used to me. Almost nothing I do fazes them any more.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” I said in as loud and carrying a voice as I could muster. “Could I have your attention please? We are just waiting a few minutes for someone from United to guide us back through security where we’ll pick up our checked bags, go to the main check in area and get booked on new flights.”

I got several “oh’s” a few, “Thanks for doing that, we didn’t know what was going on.” And a few people backing warily away from me.

That was fun!

Eventually we make our way through security and assemble by the baggage conveyor. I tell Ruby, “Listen. The line moves really slowly at check in, so why don’t you go ahead and get in line and I’ll join you after the bags show up. If you get to the front of the line, just let people by until I get there.” Ruby and Kay head off in search of the check in desk.

As luck would have it, our bags are among the last off the plane. We were one of the first groups there that morning. First bags on means last bags off, I guess. I pile the bags on a cart and Elle and I go looking for an elevator (arrivals on the first floor, departures on the second). We get in line behind four or five other people waiting for the elevator. The doors open and….

I’m still shaking my head as I think about it.

Mr and Mrs Older Nasty Couple come walking quickly from behind us, wheel around and cut us off so that they get on first. There’s no more room.

Elle, astonished, blurts, “Dad! Those people cut in front of us!”
She couldn’t believe it.

I had witnessed their behaviour earlier and could believe it.
I replied in my carrying voice, “It’s okay honey. They have[/] to go first. They’re much more important than anyone else.”

Less than a minute later the elevator returns and we ride up. I look around to get my bearings and I see Ruby waving.

She is at the front of a very long line of people trying to check in. I mean, she is right at the front. Next to be served.

Yes!

I join her and immediately Mr and Mrs Older Nasty Couple move up beside me. You see there’s a vacant line for United’s I-paid-a-lot-more-than-you customers right beside me. The man at the counter politely informs Mr. Older Nasty Man that he’ll have to get in line.
“But I have to catch a plane!”
“Yes sir. All these people have a plane to catch. You’ll have to get in line.”
“But I need to catch a plane today! This line will take forever!
“No sir, it won’t be too long (liar). We’ll get to everybody. But you’ll still have to get in line.”
I look over my shoulder as Mr and Mrs Older Nasty Couple get in line….

The back of the line….

The back of a very long line…

And the icing on the cake? Mr. Belligerent was right there with them.

I was cool and calm on the outside… but I was grinning ear to ear and doing a happy dance on the inside! It was Karma! Karma on the way to the beach.

Coming up…
More airport/airplane fun!
I swear we’ll get to Hawaii eventually. Honest.

 

[bankr63]

Oh I know. I used to have to get the hamster to run in the wheel to generate the 'lectricity to use it. Now I can just turn a crank.

Did you use him in the recipe I told you about? Didjuh? huh, Didjuh?

Just don't don't tell Elle about it....

 

[Backstage_Gal]

How about this one:


Or this one:

Excellent, both of those will do just fine.

ETA: I am German, so I will go for a beer any day too.

 

[orangecats2]

Thanks ponzi, I didn't know what brace meant. We actually have more than two cats.

I do want to try the carrot cake cookie this year too. And the rice dream in Norway, and the Kari Gori in Japan, and, and, and.....

"You'll get nothing and like it!"

 

[bankr63]

…The pilot comes on the intercom and announces, “Folks, this is the captain. One of our systems hasn’t come up the way we’d like. We’ve been talking with our maintenance people and they think if we turn off the plane and start it up again, that should fix it. If not we’ll try and taxi around and see if that will fix it.”

Wow! What encouraging words? Will they turn the plane off the next time the system isn’t the way they like it…. at 25,000 feet?

You know I've had this happen to me too. Working in the Tech field my first thought was "when did Microsoft start writing software for Aircraft?", my second thought was "How fast can you let me off this bucket of aluminum and rivets?"

That was the monster of all airport departure stories! Hope it never happens to me; and I was flying AC during the recent work issues - a few stories there but none THAT good. Thanks for a great (DOUBLE!!!) installment.

BTW - I was kind of hoping for another pregnancy... Since you have a Kay and Elle, perhaps the next one would be named Ehm?

 

[pkondz]

You know I've had this happen to me too. Working in the Tech field my first thought was "when did Microsoft start writing software for Aircraft?",

Now that you mention it....

my second thought was "How fast can you let me off this bucket of aluminum and rivets?"

That was the monster of all airport departure stories! Hope it never happens to me; and I was flying AC during the recent work issues - a few stories there but none THAT good. Thanks for a great (DOUBLE!!!) installment.

Oh, I'm not done yet with the airport departure.

and, you're welcome!

BTW - I was kind of hoping for another pregnancy... Since you have a Kay and Elle, perhaps the next one would be named Ehm?

Well, since Elle was first and then Kay... How 'bout I call the dog Jay?

 

[Sandy Mouse]

Well, since Elle was first and then Kay... How 'bout I call the dog Jay?

I think you should be pregnant with twins, who would have to be (split up) Jay and Em, since Eye is not a good idea.

Now for my guess... since you said you're not Ernie, then Bert.



Okay, that out of the way, good chapter. Thanks, Ponzi.

 

[nowellsl]

I just love karma

 

[pkondz]

I think you should be pregnant with twins, who would have to be (split up) Jay and Em, since Eye is not a good idea.

Now for my guess... since you said you're not Ernie, then Bert.



Okay, that out of the way, good chapter. Thanks, Ponzi.

I know you were just trying to make a joke with Bert & Ernie... and I did say I wouldn't say yes or no... but I'm going to make an exception.

Actually that is my Dad's name! So you hit the extended family.

And, you're welcome. Glad you liked it.

 

[pkondz]

I just love karma

 

[Thumper_Man]

T-Man. You should know better than to poke a sleeping bear. Yup. Your quotes are correct. But... on the next page or so, you posted this:



And I responded with:

Sure I can. Besides Nebo hasn't PMd me their address yet, so maybe you'll be the only one who gets one.

Of course the card might only say, "I'm here and you're not! ". That's a chance you'll just have to take.

Okay, so maybe I didn't specifically invite everyone... although it was meant that way (and I was a little surprised that nobody took me up on my offer). But you specifically were invited.

Nyah! Nyah!

You were serious about this? I guess I missed my cue then. Especially when you said "Sure I can" and then posted the sarcastic smiley at the end.

I saw said statement and speculated "surely sir Ponzi is being silly and sarcastic, and isn't seriously suggesting I send him a pm to say I would be satisfied scoring a snail mail postcard I had to solicit him for. I suppose he is just being a smart aaa_____ lleck and so it's not sufficient to send him a pm with a statement saying I seek said postcard."

Now trying that last sentence 3 time fast.

 

[pkondz]

You were serious about this? I guess I missed my cue then. Especially when you said "Sure I can" and then posted the sarcastic smiley at the end.

I saw said statement and speculated "surely sir Ponzi is being silly and sarcastic, and isn't seriously suggesting I send him a pm to say I would be satisfied scoring a snail mail postcard I had to solicit him for. I suppose he is just being a smart aaa_____ lleck and so it's not sufficient to send him a pm with a statement saying I seek said postcard."

Now trying that last sentence 3 time fast.

Yeah, I can see that. I was serious about anyone wanting a postcard to PM me. Heck I even made a special trip to the Post Office... Ah, well. Next time I go, I'll be clearer.