Imagine if someone stole your rain gauge

Backing out of the drive this morning, I noticed there was 2 inches in the rain gauge…before I put it in drive, I actually noticed that it was a hair below 2 inches and I wondered if he would tell me that we got 1 inch and 97/100’s of an inch of rain last night.  The exactness of his rain gauge reporting irritates me so much that I want to put a small pinhole in the bottom of the gauge just so he won’t actually know how much rain we really received…OH HE WILL THINK HE KNOWS…but I will know that he REALLY doesn’t know.  These evil thoughts are the culmination of 37 years of asking this man what time it is.  He always rounds up and down.  It’s 7:20…what time is it – 7:30.  It’s 10:18..what time is it – about 10:30.  I have even gotten haughty, corrected him, shown my irritation and asked for the “real time” in a voice which would melt steel.  It’s 11:12 … what time is it …11 o’clock.  Are you addressing envelopes to me now with a supply of straight pins for his rain gauge?  Are you thinking – why does she keep asking or why doesn’t she get a watch…to that I say SHUT IT!

My shower thoughts this morning were about tattlers.  I came up with this definition for the people with a tattle tail personality affliction the other day at work when I was taking numerous tattle complaints from people.  You can always tell a road rage call from the public because they are loud, angry, talk fast and they did absolutely nothing to cause the other person to swerve, honk, tailgate, flip off…  The general tattlers usually have the victim demeanor…the little old church lady voice..oh my, they are going to hurt someone…or themselves…I don’t usually get very excited about these kind of calls.  I put out the information to the officers who rarely are in a position to find the offender.  If I get a second or third call about the same vehicle, I sit a little straighter and believe that we may have a serious offender…then there is the motorcyclist driving erratically in and out of traffic…seriously….do you really think the police officer in his big cruiser is going to be able to catch the motorcycle in and out of traffic.  With motorcyclist, you always figure their luck will run out at some point.

Wow….I feel better getting that off my chest

Until next time