Saturday, August 10, 2019

The Great Walmart Mobility Scooter Highway Chase and Coffee. A Real Story



There are times when I have been in a bind for transportation. I have wanted to go places when my car has been broken, no public transportation went to my desired destination and nobody could give me a ride. In these situations, I simply accepted the fact that I would not be able to get to where I wanted to go. I am probably considered a quitter by the standards of a certain lady in the south. There is a woman from Tennessee who doesn't believe in giving up and not traveling to her desired location. When this industrious individual wanted a cup of coffee at a local restaurant, she simply stole a Walmart electric scooter and took off down the road.

Here are some excerpts from the story with my valuable insights in italics.

CROSSVILLE, Tenn. – Officers pulled over a woman driving a Walmart mobility scooter down a Tennessee highway Friday morning,

“Dispatch, this is officer Clark. It appears we have a woman driving a Walmart mobility scooter down the highway. Do I have permission to pull her over?”
“Yes, pull her over. If she has proper insurance, license, and tags for the vehicle please let me know. I don't think the desk sergeant is going to believe this one.”
“I will pull her over dispatch. If she does have proper insurance, license, and tags for the vehicle, I may believe Walmart has gone a bit too far in providing unique services for its customers.

Sally Selby caught the attention of law enforcement around 5 a.m. while driving the motorized shopping cart in the slow lane of Highway 127.

Hey, at least Sally had the good sense to drive down the highway in the slow lane. I don't know how fast those motorized shopping carts go, but I believe she wasn't breaking the speed limit.

Can you imagine the thought process of someone who takes a Walmart mobility scooter to get someplace?”

“How are you going to get there? You have no car.”
“No problem.”
“You have no person who will take you.”
“No problem.”
“You have no money to pay for a rideshare or taxi service.”
“No problem.”
“How are going to get there?”
“Why, I'll just take a Walmart mobility scooter and then return it when I'm done using it. They have plenty of those things. They won't miss one of them.”
“Isn't that stealing?”
“No, it's only stealing if you don't return it. I do a lot of shopping at Walmart and have never used one of their mobility scooters. They owe me.”



Selby allegedly told officers that she was on her way to a Waffle House restaurant to buy a cup of coffee...the 45-year-old initially told officers that she built the scooter, but was later arrested for theft after Walmart employees confirmed it belonged to the store.

I am also a java junkie, but I've never been willing to go to these lengths to get a cup of Joe.

“Ma'am is this your electric scooter?”
“Can't a girl just go to the Waffle House and get a cup of coffee when she wants one? Why yes it is, I built it.”
“Then why does it say Walmart on it?”
“That, oh, yeah, that, ah, see, I, ah, build them for Walmart, yeah, that's it.”
“We just called Walmart and they said it is their electric scooter.”
“Okay, maybe that's right. Would you believe they have a program called 'Take an electric scooter to the Waffle House for coffee?' I'm participating in that program.”
“There is no such program.”
“Can't I still go get a cup of coffee?”
“No.”

Walmart surveillance video showed Selby using the shopping scooter inside the store before driving it out into the parking lot, police said.



What was she thinking?

This is the greatest electric scooter I've ever ridden. I know what, I'll just take it down to the Waffle House, get some coffee and be back so soon nobody will even notice I'm gone. Walmart is a great place to shop.

I wonder if Walmart can see the marketing potential in this? They may start offering scooters for customers to ride to local restaurants.

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Friday, August 9, 2019

A Nun MLB Baseball Card. A Real Story



There are many people who have played baseball over the years. Many of them have worked hard to get to the major leagues. One of the perks of making it to the big leagues is having your image on a baseball card. Things have changed a bit. It appears that if you are a nun in Chicago and throw out the first pitch during a major league game, you too can have your image on a baseball card. This is a real story.

Below are some excerpts from the story and my valuable insights are in italics.

It was Marian Catholic Night at Guaranteed Rate Field last August, and Sister Mary Jo Sobieck took the field to throw the first pitch for the Chicago White Sox.
The teacher from Marian Catholic High School in Chicago Heights bounced the baseball off her bicep, threw a strike, and became a national sensation.

I have seen nuns many times. I must say that seeing one bounce a baseball off her bicep and throw a strike in a major league baseball park is new to me. I wonder if her order was called “Our Lady of the Sacred Baseball Pitchers,” or “The Order of Blessed Fast Ball,” maybe it was called “Sisters of the Holy No-Hitter?”



In the latest stop on her journey to fame, Sobieck is appearing on a baseball card that will be sold in Topps trading card packs as a part of their Allen and Ginter series. The series features baseball players alongside celebrities and famous figures from other sports.

I just get an image of kids sitting outside a local store. They're chewing bubble gum and holding baseball cards. They are deep in the negotiation process of trading baseball cards. Maybe they're trading Catholic cards.

“I got two nuns and a priest I'll trade you for a Cardinal.”
“How about I give you a Cardinal and you give me two Bishops and a Jesuit priest.”
“How about I give you a Mother Superior and you give me an Archbishop?”
“I have a better idea. How about I give you two Deacons and a nun from Chicago who can bounce a baseball off her bicep and throw strikes and you give me your Pope card?”
“It's a deal.”

Trading baseball cards may never be the same.



Sobieck is scheduled to sign some of her baseball cards on Monday. She said she plans to sign them how she signs passes for her students when they're late to class.

We are certainly living in a different time from when I was growing up. When I was a kid, the nuns didn't really get involved with sports. Today, there is a nun signing her own baseball card.

“I'm so proud of my autographed baseball card collection. I've got autographed baseball cards of Mike Trout, Mookie Betts, Nolan Arendo and Francisco Lindor.”
“Yeah, but do you an autographed baseball card of a nun who bounces baseballs off her bicep and pitches strikes?”
“No.”
“Well, I guess you really don't have much of a baseball card collection.”

I like how she is going to sign them the way she signs passes for students when they are late for class. How does she sign things otherwise?

“This is my signature for late student passes. I also have a signature for students who act up in class, one for students who don't turn in their homework on time and one for students don't follow the rules.”
“What's the difference?”
“The hidden cryptic message I put in each one about how I could accurately throw a baseball at them after bouncing it off my bicep.”
“Oh.”



Sobieck said Topps is paying her $1,000, which she plans to donate to a scholarship fund at Marian Catholic High School that's named after her. Lulgjuraj said Topps plans to release Sobieck's cards on July 17.

And some of the cards will even come with a "relic": a piece of one of Sobieck's veils.

I have been a baseball fan for many years. Quite a bit of my youth was spent collecting baseball cards. I can't imagine what I would have done with a baseball card that came with a piece of a nun's veil.

“I got cherry bubble gum with my pack of baseball cards.”
“I got grape bubble gum with my pack of baseball cards.”
“I got a piece of a nun's veil.”
“You are always so lucky.”

As I said, trading baseball cards may never be the same.

Here is a link to the story.

https://www.foxnews.com/sports/sister-mary-jo-sobieck-nun-whose-perfect-first-pitch-went-viral-gets-her-own-baseball-card




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Thursday, August 8, 2019

Sinking Into Your Parent's Grave and a Lawsuit. A Real Story



I have heard of strange experiences at cemeteries. It is a place where people are filled with intense remorse. I can honestly say you expect to see sadness and people crying. It is common to see people in cemeteries struggling to deal with their emotions. I'm sure sinking up to your hips over a grave is not a reasonable expectation when visiting the grave of a loved one. This is exactly. what happened to a woman in New York.

Here are some excerpts from the story with my valuable insights in italics.

A woman visiting her parents’ Long Island burial plot descended into more than despair. She sank hip-deep into their grave, a lawsuit claims. In the real-life horror show, Joanne Cullen bent down to fix a bow on a wreath by the headstone when a sinkhole formed and began to “swallow” her up, according to court papers.



Can you imagine how what is going through your mind when you visit your parent's gave and begin to sink into the ground?

“I miss you so much. We had so many good times. I would give anything to see you again. ”

Suddenly, she begins sinking into her parent's grave.

“Ah, you know I guess I need to be more specific. You see, I wanted to see you again in this world. It's a place we both know and can have a good time. I'm good staying here until it's my time to leave. Ah, I hope you know, you've made my clothes really muddy.”

“It caused her to fall forward and smash her head on the tombstone,” cracking a tooth, her lawyer, Joseph Perrini, told The Post.
She then tried to “bounce back and she started sinking into the ground and grabbed the sides of the tombstone,” he said.

Wow. That is almost like a real horror movie with her parent's speaking from the grave and saying, “Oh, so you don't want to get sucked into the earth to see your poor deceased parents? After all the things we did for you. I think being sucked into the earth when you're alive isn't really asking all that much of you.” You were always so stubborn as a child. You know, I could tell many stories about it.”

The woman falls forward and hits her head on the tombstone.

“See what happens? If you would have just been sucked into the earth to see your parents this wouldn't have happened.”

The stunned North Bellmore, Long Island woman cried out for help, but no one in the graveyard could hear her screams.

Can you imagine two graveyard workers having lunch outside and hear the faint sound of a woman screaming for help?

“Did you hear that sound? I think a woman is screaming for help. I wonder what is happening.”

“Well, it's not like she's sinking down into her parent's grave. I mean, that almost never happens.”

The creepy calamity occurred at dusk on Dec. 19, 2016.
“Getting sucked into your parents’ grave when you go to visit them on a cool December afternoon with the sun going down … it’s terrifying and traumatizing,” the lawyer said.

I would have to agree with this lawyer. I don't think it is something that will become a popular activity.

(Sarcasm Alert)

“What do you want to do today?
“Well, we could visit my parent's grave, get sucked down up to our waists and hit our head on a tombstone.”
“Hey, I think we should call it extreme gravesite visiting.”
“Yeah, let's go.



Now it’s the St. Charles Resurrection Cemetery administrators were hit with Cullen’s $5 million lawsuit in Queens Supreme Court. Perrini contends that gravediggers who back-filled a grave adjacent to Cullen’s parents’ left an underground void that caused Cullen to sink into the netherworld. We want to make sure the cemetery and employees learn from this.

I'm sure a $5 million dollar lesson is one you won't forget. I wonder if there were other attorneys who wanted to make this a class action suit? Could they be considering running an advertisement? It could say, “Have you been sucked into the grave of a loved one? Did your face hit a tombstone causing you physical harm? Do you feel you are the victim of faulty grave digging backfill operator? Call us today for a free consultation.”



If this lawsuit is successful, I'm sure scam artists will try to take advantage of it.
“I'm telling you, I am the victim of negligent gravediggers. I want $10 million dollars.
“The evidence shows you dug a hole in the cemetery on your own, jumped into it, and intentionally hit your face on a tree.”
“Well, what kind of cemetery has such lack security a person can do such a thing? They are a menace. I may want $12 million dollars.”
“Will you take $100,000 to go away?”
“It's a deal.”

I hope this never happens to another person.

Here is a link to the story.



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Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Fashionista Chimps, Pyromaniac Hawks and Sex-Obsessed Monkeys. A Real Story



I know there are only a few chromosomes that separate humans from primates. This always becomes quite obvious when scientists provide us information about the behavior of primates. It seems there is a story about chimpanzees enjoy dressing up and showing off. I don't think they have something at the level of a Chanel fashion show, but I believe it may be just a matter of time. Here are some excerpts from the story with my valuable insights in italics.

A 15-year-old chimpanzee named Julie started sporting a stiff blade of grass behind one ear — a trend that drove her fellow apes wild. First, her son donned his own ear ornament, followed by eight other chimps in Julie’s troop of 12, who all lived in a sanctuary in Zambia.

It seems that chimpanzees also have members of their society that are trendsetters. What is next for our primate friends? Will they figure out a way to dye their fur, pierce parts of their body or shave certain parts of their bodies to be considered one of the chimps who are members of the in-crowd of chimps.

“Where is the blade of grass for behind my ear?”
“I don't know.”
“You know I refuse to be seen in public without my blade of grass. What will the other chimps in the troop think of me?”
“Here is one.”
“Oh, you fool. That is an informal blade of grass. We're going to a nice place and having the best banana dishes. I want my formal blade of grass for behind my ear.”
“Maybe we'll just pick one up on the way there.”
“Okay, but I want you to remember, I only like designer blades of grass for behind my ear.”



When Julie died her local gang kept wearing the single-blade accessory, and the style eventually spread to fashion-forward chimps in two nearby populations.
Julie and her fellow fashionistas were likely copying each other “just to be in with the in-crowd,

I'm sure having a single-blade of grass was considered a way to keep the memory of Julie alive. I'm sure there are now chimps in other chimp populations who have no idea why they're wearing a blade of grass behind their ear. They're probably doing it to just be considered one of the cool chimps. I'm sure many of them don't realize or appreciate how Julie-the-chimp was a true pioneer in the world of chimp fashion.



Australian birds of prey will pick up burning sticks from a bush fire and drop them in a dry grassy area to ignite a blaze — then await the dinner bell as small animals flee.
These pyromaniac hawks could explain why wildfires often start in odd places. “It’s also possible Australians learned to start fires from so-called fire hawks,” said Rutherford. “It’s insane.”

I think these pyromaniac hawks give a whole new meaning to the concept of outdoor cooking. I wonder if this got started from a conversation between two Australian hawks.

“Aye mate, what do you want for dinner tonight?”
“Oh, I'm tired of the usual mouse and other rodents. Sometimes I wish we were human and could have shrimp on the barbie like them.”
“Their cooked food does seem good.”
“I'd like a combination of cooked and fresh items for dinner.”
“I know, we'll get a burning stick from the humans who are having shrimp on the barbie, put it in some grassy areas and when the animal run out, we'll have fresh food. Then we'll go back later for the animals who couldn't escape and have a meal with that special outdoor cooked flavor I know we'll love.
“Sounds like a plan.”



Bonobos engage in some type of sex act an exhausting 10 times a day yet have babies just once every five or six years. A bonobo bundle of joy comes along only once out of 18,250 sex acts, while humans conceive roughly once out of every 1,000 acts of heterosexual intercourse.

I'm impressed. These primates do all this without access to porn on the web, adult magazines, strip shows or watching reruns of Baywatch and more. I can only imagine what life would be like if a human couple wanted to have a child but knew it could take them over 18,000 attempts.

“I really, can't do it anymore. I've watched all the porn I can watch. I've looked at all the adult magazines my eyes can handle. Every patron, dancer, bartender, and janitor at the strip club knows me by my first name. I need a break.”
“Hey, we've got about 17,000 more attempts to make before we get a baby.”
“Couldn't we just adopt?”
“No, it is time to start being like a Bonobo.”

“Bonobos are very weird, they’ve been isolated on the left bank of the Congo River for more than a million years. All social engagements involve some sort of sexual congress.” Sex — including same-sex sex — is used for greetings, resolving conflicts, asserting the social hierarchy or just showing excitement over a meal.”

This makes me believe these Bonobos have had access to some late night television shows about daily life in some big cities.

There are people from big cities who will read this and say, “Bonobos do that too? See, we're more like primates than we realize.”

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Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Fishermen Catching World War II Grenades and Taco Bell. A Real Story



I have been fishing many times. I know the thrill of casting your fishing line into a body of water then experiencing the anxious anticipation of catching something. All fishermen know when they feel that tug on the other end of the line, they get that excitement associated with discovering exactly what they have caught. In Germany, a fisherman had quite a memorable fishing experience. I don't think it was in season, but he reeled in a World War II hand grenade. I hope they don't stock this fishing place with World War II hand grenades. If this was done, I believe fishing would then be considered an extreme sport.

Below are excerpts from the story with my excellent insights in italics.

A German fisherman reportedly made quite an explosive catch on Friday.
The unidentified 27-year-old was out fishing in the northern German town of Emden when his line hooked a French hand grenade from World War II, local police reported to Deutsche Welle.

I'm left wondering what type of bait would be good to use when fishing for World War II grenades? I wonder if you have to have a special permit to fish for World War II grenades? I'm sure, it would require some rather special fishing equipment.



“What type of fish are you going to try to catch today? Are you going after Trout, Bass, Bluegill, Crappie?”
“Why no, I find that sort of fishing quite boring. I'm going fishing for World War II grenades.”
“Hey, I'm sure you could get a real bang out of the experience.”
“Would you like to join me.?”
“Sorry, I'm going to have to say no. I prefer fishing that does not involve explosive devices. I think fishing for plastic fish at an amusement park is more for me. It is a little bit safer.”

Police blocked off the area to other anglers due to the potentially dangerous catch. The grenade was then turned over to the explosive ordnance disposal service.



I hope the fisherman at least got to take his picture with the World War II grenade. It seems only fair since he did catch it.

“Here is a picture of me with my award-winning Yellow Perch.”
“Here is a picture of me with my award-winning Channel Catfish.”
“Here is a picture of me with my World War II grenade, and it didn't explode and kill me.”
“You are really one impressive fisherman.”

A similar incident happened in Florida earlier this year while a man was magnet fishing.
The unidentified individual was searching for metal objects underwater in Ocklawaha in January when he caught “an authentic WWII hand grenade.”

I hate to be the one to say it, but we could be seeing a new and exciting international trend among people who like to fish. There was a time when having the biggest fish was the goal. Now, the goal could be changing into catching the oldest and largest explosive device. We may see the day when people no longer are admired for catching a record-setting fish. Award-winning fisherman may be admired for catching World War II grenades, land mines or tank turrets. The possibilities are endless.



However, in an interesting turn, before the man reported the item, he first drove to Taco Bell, where he called 911 about the find. A bomb squad was called to the scene and the Taco Bell was evacuated.

That is not only interesting, but it is also kind of scary. I can only imagine the thought process that occurred to cause someone to drive to Taco Bell with a World War II grenade they caught when fishing.

“What did you catch when you went fishing today?”
“Well, the fish weren't biting, but I caught a World War II-era grenade.”
“I think you may want to turn it into the authorities. The thing could explode, kill you and everyone around you.”
“Okay, but first let's go to Taco Bell it and get a Chalupa. I'm really hungry. I'll call the authorities when we're at the restaurant after I eat.”
“Sounds good, let's go.”

I can only imagine this guy placing his order at Taco Bell.

“Welcome to Taco Bell. May I take your order?”
“Do you have any discounts for people with World War II grenades?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“Ah, no reason.”


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Monday, August 5, 2019

Court Takes Away Man's Guns Because His Dog Shot Him. A Real Story



I have owned pets. I've had to discipline pets. I know they were angry with me at the time. I can honestly say I never had a pet shoot me. If I was shot by my pet, I want to think I would experience some sympathies as the victim of a shooting. A man in Germany was punished for his dog shooting him. I wonder if the court felt the pet owner was just asking for by flaunting how he can use a gun to hunt and the dog can't because it is a dog. In Germany, it appears you are punished if your dog shoots you. A court in Germany told a man since his dog shot him, he would have his gun license taken away. I suppose he should be glad his dog didn't get caught taking his car for a drive.

Here are some excerpts from the story below with my valuable insights in italics


Court Rules Man Can’t Have Gun License After His Dog Shoots Him With Rifle
A court in Munich, Germany, said it must be assumed the hunter “will handle firearms and ammunition carelessly in future as well.”

Hey, wait a minute. Why don't they just send the dog off to some kind of firearms obedience school for dogs? Many hunters have dogs, it makes sense. Nothing would be better than taking a shot at some game, missing the shot, then hearing a gun being fired from behind you and knowing your dog got the prey you missed.

“I'm going up here to look for some game. Rover, you go down in the gully and let me know if you see any. Remember, only take a clear shot and make sure it's safe.”
“Woof.”
“If you get something today, you'll get extra of your favorite doggie treat.”
“Woof, Woof.”


BERLIN (AP) — A German court has ruled that a dog owner isn’t fit to carry a firearms license after his dog shot him with a rifle. The Munich administrative court on Tuesday dismissed the man’s appeal against an earlier decision by Bavarian authorities to withdraw his license to own a rifle, as well as his hunting permit.

This seems kind of harsh since the man was actually shot. Instead of taking away the man's rifle and hunting permit, they should give one to his dog. It's obvious the dog knows how to handle a rife. I just hope it can be explained to the dog that there is no such thing as pet owner season.

The decision followed a 2016 incident in which the man, a passionate hunter, was shot in the arm after his dog managed to release the trigger on a loaded rifle that was lying in his car.



I wonder about the details of this incident. Was there a cat in a passing vehicle threatening the dog owner's car? Maybe the dog was trying to shoot another armed dog in another vehicle who posed a threat. It could have happened. I'm sure with proper investigation, it may be shown the dog accidentally shot his owner to avoid an attack from a crazed animal in a passing vehicle. Now, we'll never know. I wonder if this court ever saw the movie Cats and Dogs? I bet they didn't.

The court ruled the hunter couldn’t be relied upon “because it must be assumed that he will handle firearms and ammunition carelessly in the future as well.”
The man, whose name wasn’t released, can appeal the verdict.



Hey, what if he was trying to prevent his dog from going rogue, traveling the Bavarian roads on a motorcycle? Maybe his dog wanted to do this as he smoked cigars and blasted all cat lovers he came across. Maybe he was trying to prevent his dog from joining a pit bull motorcycle gang who planned to go around terrorizing all innocent people and pets in Munich Nobody ever thinks of these things. I'm sure nobody looks into these angles. This court case could be so much fun.

I think it is more likely the man was careless with his firearm and will appeal the court's verdict to a higher court. I believe the German judicial system is focused on the law and just doesn't have my imagination.


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Sunday, August 4, 2019

Do You Know the Life History of Your Chicken Dinner? Now You Can. A Real Story



I'm like most people. I like to know the food I'm eating is safe to be consumed. I suppose this isn't enough for some people. There are now those who want to know the life story of their poultry. I would think this may be a bit too much information concerning something I'm about to have for my dinner. I'm someone who believes what an animal did before it reaches my dinner plate should stay in the past. I'm not going to judge if it had a bad attitude in social situations, wasn't liked by other chickens or like to drink beer and party. I'm really not interested.

Here are some excerpts from the story and my valuable insights are in italics.

It's not as absurd as it sounds, says Robyn Metcalfe, a food historian who teaches at the University of Texas at Austin. A GPS tracker strapped to the leg of a chicken, says Metcalfe, means "that people who potentially will buy that chicken will know every step that that chicken has taken."

I would like to know if being told your chicken dinner was named “Plucky,” and was a lifelong vegan. It had troubled relationships with a variety of roosters and was a bit of a loner. The other chickens made fun of Plucky and if she didn't end up on your dinner plate others around her feared she may have taken her own life.

Would this add or detract from the taste of a meal?

Would it make someone such as myself say, “This chicken dinner is great. It's obvious Plucky was born to be breaded and fried.



ZhongAn Online, a Chinese insurance company, has already outfitted more than 100,000 chickens with trackers. The sensors upload information, such as how much exercise each chicken gets and what it ate. The company says the technology will be on 2,500 farms in China by next year.

I can just imagine future conversations that could take place in restaurants.

“I've checked the sensors on the chicken you served me. It's apparent this chicken was a real slacker when it came to exercise. I'm sorry. I just don't want to consume a chicken that had no respect for its body and didn't take care of it. It doesn't matter to me if the only future for this chicken was to end up on a dinner plate. With that attitude, I want nothing to do with it. Could you make my meal with a chicken who had a better attitude about physical fitness?”

“I'll speak to the chef and see what we can do.”

I'm sure in supermarkets now they'll have sections of chicken for sale divided by those who loved blueberries, those who existed exclusively on corn and those who weren't picky eaters.

Then there will be interesting conversations taking place in people's homes.
“This chicken tastes strange for some reason”
“When I got to the store, they only had chickens parts for sale from chickens who preferred to eat bugs. I know you like the ones that prefer to eat blueberries, but they just didn't have any this time.”
“I hope next time you can get some physically active corn eating chickens.”
“I'll be sure to look for them.”



They are also working on facial-recognition technology so that consumers can one day make sure the organic chicken they saw on the farm is the same one that ends up on their plate.

I can't speak for everyone. Seeing a picture of poultry prior to it ending up on my dinner plate is not something I find necessary. If you are a person who will go to a farm, see a chicken and want to make certain that exact same chicken ends up on your dinner plate, you have issues and lots of time on your hands.

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