They have snow shovels in Florida ???
They have snow shovels in Florida ???
They have snow shovels in Florida ???


That brought back a random memory from my early childhood. Another neighborhood kid and I got into a price stamping "war" at the local Safeway. We were probably 6 or 7 years old. Remember those sticks that had prices on the end that were used to stamp mostly canned food with prices in indelible blue ink? A tray of them were left unattended and became our weapons. When I went home, I was covered in blue ink. I was worried about what to tell my father because it wouldn't rub off. The other kid said to just say I fell in some blue stuff. That's what I did with my best innocent "Leave it to Beaver" look. Dad's response was... "I don't think so. 29 cents isn't just blue stuff". I had to fess up. Dad and I marched the block and a half to the Safeway store where I had to apologize to the manager. Our family was well known at the store. Looking back now, I think dad and the manager got a little chuckle out of the whole thing. I got a bath.

All you got for doing that was a bath? If I had done something like that and got caught, I would not have been able to sit down comfortably for about a week and the peach tree would be missing a nice limber limb. It would have been a memory that did not need to be brought back, because that kind of memory stays with you the rest of your life.That brought back a random memory from my early childhood. Another neighborhood kid and I got into a price stamping "war" at the local Safeway. We were probably 6 or 7 years old. Remember those sticks that had prices on the end that were used to stamp mostly canned food with prices in indelible blue ink? A tray of them were left unattended and became our weapons. When I went home, I was covered in blue ink. I was worried about what to tell my father because it wouldn't rub off. The other kid said to just say I fell in some blue stuff. That's what I did with my best innocent "Leave it to Beaver" look. Dad's response was... "I don't think so. 29 cents isn't just blue stuff". I had to fess up. Dad and I marched the block and a half to the Safeway store where I had to apologize to the manager. Our family was well known at the store. Looking back now, I think dad and the manager got a little chuckle out of the whole thing. I got a bath.
Or probably something similar. I probably got my back-side blistered too. But the lasting memorable part is when dad made me man-up and apologize to the store manager that we knew well.With Carbolic acid and a wire brush??![]()
One place I worked at we had a 1969 GMC pickup for plowing snow.Yeah, we got what you call snow shovels in Florida, but we don't call them that. We call them corn shovels.
They are for shoveling the ear corn out of wagons that don't dump and into the elevator to go into the top window of the corn crib.
They also used to keep the ear corn pushed to the back of the wagon so the wagons will be loaded evenly.
Riding a wagon loaded with dried ear corn is a great place to get bit by a scorpion.
Some people muck the horse stalls with what you call snow shovels, but them people don't call them snow shovels either.
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:::warp speed groan:::
Yup, I can think of some 'just desserts' that'd be well earned...Some pretty painful stuff for that joke, too!
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I'm old and have way too much time to reflect and think about stuff. Today, my random thought is about life. Thinking about my life being saved by someone and me saving the life of others. I had my life saved by a friend who prevented me from drownings when I was 14 years old. In my mid 20s I saved a friend from drowning. Later in life, I performed CPR on a customer who collapsed in the lobby of my office. So, the person who saved my life when I was 14 is responsible for saving the life of 2 others. And life goes on.....