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		<title>A Senior Moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From the: Dallas Morning News Sunday, June 28, 2009 Community Opinions page 10B David McClure of McKinney : A senior moment &#8230; at 48? David McClure teaches science and coaches at Faubion Middle School in McKinney. He is also a Teacher Voices volunteer columnist. $5.37. That&#8217;s what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bueno [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From the: Dallas Morning News</p>
<p>Sunday, June 28, 2009 Community Opinions page 10B</p>
<p>David McClure of McKinney : A senior moment &#8230; at 48? David McClure teaches science and coaches at Faubion Middle School in McKinney. He is also a Teacher Voices volunteer columnist.</p>
<blockquote><p>$5.37. That&#8217;s what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bueno said to me. I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change when the kid with the Emo hairdo said the harshest thing anyone has ever said to me. He said, &#8220;It&#8217;s OK. I&#8217;ll just give you the senior citizen discount.&#8221;</p>
<p>I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me. &#8220;Only $4.68&#8243; he said cheerfully. I stood there stupefied. I am 48, not even 50 yet a mere child! Senior citizen?</p>
<p>I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Emo. Was he blind? As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil. Old? Me?</p>
<p>I&#8217;ll show him, I thought. I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile.</p>
<p>Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I now? A toddler?</p>
<p>&#8220;Dude! Can&#8217;t get too far without your car keys, eh?&#8221; I stared with utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize in my mind. &#8220;Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to anyone!&#8221;</p>
<p>I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn&#8217;t turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried another. Still nothing. That&#8217;s when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rearview mirror. I had no purple beads hanging from my rearview mirror.</p>
<p>Then, a few other objects came into focus. The car seat in the back seat. Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially eaten doughnut on the dashboard.</p>
<p>Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle. Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life. That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, only it was nowhere to be found.</p>
<p>I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final time. There Emo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, &#8220;What is the world coming to?&#8221; All I could say was, &#8220;Did I leave my food and drink in here?&#8221; At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle, and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits.</p>
<p>Emo had no clue. I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag. His mother explained, &#8220;I think you left this in my truck by mistake.&#8221; I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.</p>
<p>She offered these kind words: &#8220;It&#8217;s OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time.&#8221;</p>
<p>All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40. Yes, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius. And no, I told the officer, I&#8217;m not too old to be driving this fast.</p>
<p>As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blanky.</p>
<p>The good news was I had successfully found my way home.</p></blockquote>
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		<title>The Wrong E-mail Address</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This one is priceless.. Wrong email address.A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address!!!! A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size:150%;">This one is priceless..</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wrong email address.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address!!!!</span></p>
<p>A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.</p>
<p>Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules.</p>
<p>So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.</p>
<p>The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife.</p>
<p>However, he accidentally left out one letter in her <a href="http://emails.salesandmarketing.ws/">email</a> address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned <a href="http://www.salesandmarketing.ws/2007/01/home-is-where-heart-is.html">home</a> from her husband&#8217;s funeral.</p>
<p>He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack.</p>
<p>The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends.</p>
<p>After reading the <a href="http://marketing.pwebs.net/2008/03/13/online-marketing-means-knowing-your-customers-semantically/">first message</a>, she screamed and fainted.</p>
<p>The widow&#8217;s son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:</p>
<p>To: My Loving Wife<br />Subject: I&#8217;ve Arrived <a href="http://www.rightontoday.com/">Right</a> On <a href="http://marketingstrategies.backflag.com/2008/09/marketing-time.html">Time</a><br />Date: October 16, 2005</p>
<p>I know you&#8217;re surprised to hear from me.</p>
<p>They have computers and the <a href="http://pwebs.net/">Internet</a> here now and you are allowed to send <a href="http://pwebs.net/email/">emails</a> to your loved ones.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve just arrived and have been checked in.<br />I&#8217;ve seen that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.<br />Looking <a href="http://pwebs.net/marketing/articles/index.php">forward</a> to seeing you then!!!!<br />Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.<br />P.S. It sure is freaking hot down here!!!!</span></p>
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		<title>To Be 6 Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To Be 6 Again&#8230; A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she&#8217;d like to have for her Birthday. &#8216;I&#8217;d like to be six again&#8217;, she replied, still looking in the mirror. On the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-weight:bold;">To Be 6 Again&#8230; </span></p>
<p>A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she&#8217;d like to have for her Birthday. </p>
<p>&#8216;I&#8217;d like to be six again&#8217;, she replied, still looking in the mirror.   </p>
<p>On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was  reeling and her stomach felt upside down. </p>
<p>He then took her to a McDonald&#8217;s where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake. </p>
<p>Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&#038;M&#8217;s. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, &#8216;Well Dear, what was it like being six again??&#8217;</p>
<p>Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. &#8216;I meant my  dress size, you dumb ass!&#8217;  </p>
<p>The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he&#8217;s gonna get it wrong. </p>
<p>SEND THIS TO SMART WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH AND TO MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT.</p>
<p>So, which way were you really thinking to begin with?</p>
<p>Are you thinking straight on your <a href="http://pwebs.net">Internet marketing</a>?</p>
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