A little girl asks her mum, 'Mum, can I take the dog for a walk around the block?'
Her mum replies 'No, because she is on heat.'
'What does that mean?' asked the child.
'Go and ask your father. I think he's in the garage.'
The little girl goes out to the garage and says, 'Dad, can I take Lulu for a walk around the block? I asked Mum, but she said the dog was on the heat, and to come ask you.'
He took a rag, soaked it in petrol, and scrubbed the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent, and said 'Ok, you can go now, but keep Lulu on the leash and only go one time around the block.'
The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash..
Surprised, Dad asked, 'Where's Lulu?'
The little girl said, 'She ran out of petrol about halfway round the block, so another dog is pushing her home.'
General Debate 26 December 2024
1 hour ago
4 comments:
Lindsay,I can empathise with the child and Lulu. Back in the day when dinosaurs roamed the earth, I ran out of petrol on an isolated back road and lost my innocence to the machinations of a exploitative tow truck operator.
An early lesson about greed and exploiting the vulnerable.
But Karma being what it is, a few years later our paths crossed again and the man found himself in a vulnerable situation for which I had the solution. But that, as they say, is another story.
Haha, love it. Thanks for that Lindsay :)
Mark, You were pushed home by the towie??!! Yikes.
Streuth, perish the thought.
The year was around 1968 and i found myself at Makara, late at night with no gas. Rousing a sleepy sea side inhabitant, I contacted a Karori towie to bring supplies. He charged me $20 for his effort and a gallon of petrol. I considered myself ripped off, but had to suck it up. What irked me was the gentleman's gloating attitude. At this point in time my wages were $30 a week and the average working man probably made $40.
Fast forward 18 months and I'm gainfully employed as a doorman at a more than exclusive Wellington club. My role was to control any uninvited Riff Raff which might present itself at the door. (I think I have previously mentioned this to you) When who should present themselves at the door, with a member in hand (no pun intended) but my friend the tow truck operator. He didn't immediately recognize me, but it took me no time to refresh his memory and mine of a wild night in Makara . He understood he was in a compromising situation, but I assured him I had no interest in outing anybody. We became friends, declining his offer of a free ride, he did tow my car for me once.
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