A different kind of addiction

You know how blogging can be, right?

You sit down for a minute, and before you know it three hours days have passed, the kids have wandered off into the sagebrush, your wife has filed for divorce, you’ve been fired, etc. and you still have six blogs on your roll left to visit.

What? I’m the only one that does it that way? Oh well, moving on.

I’ve found something else, that’s just as addictive. I’m not going to link it, because if I do I’ll go there even more often. It’s a music service in the former Soviet Union that lets you grab an MP3 song for like ten cents. And an album for a couple bucks.

And you know, there are a lot of albums that I have (in my closet) that I haven’t bought on CD yet. Well, until now, that is.

Dayum.

Would you like some grey hair with that?

I’m paying for my lunch, and as I sometimes do, I pay with my credit card.

After a bit the waitron comes back to the table. She says “I’m sorry, the card wouldn’t swipe. Do you know how to work one of these?”

It was a credit card slip.

Let me make that clear: a Credit. Card. Slip. The kind with three parts (one for the bank, one for you, one for the merchant). I say that only to help you young’uns see the humor of the situation.

“Do you know how to work one of these?”
“Yes, from back before “swiping” was a word.”

She patiently explained to me where to put the tip amount and where to sign. She explained it as if, a couple minutes before, somebody had explained it to her.

Bonus!

Hi,

For your viewing pleasure, I give you not one but two funnies this morning.

And none of them have to do with whether you can still have KY in your carry on luggage…