Jimmy's Sign From Above

Me Knows Better Than to Say This… but I will.  OK, OK, OK… Jimmy knows he really needs glasses, but still won’t admit it.  As further evidence to support that conclusion, a business trip took me back through Ames, IA.  A colleague suggested we make a quick tour through the campus, grab a bite to eat and continue our trip.  It had been a while since my last visit and since it was getting late, this was a good place to stop for supper.

Upon arriving at the campus, my head was on a swivel and I was amazed at all the changes.  I continued to drive and then I turned along Welch looking for a place to park and an old hangout that we could get a beer and burger. 

I commented to my traveling companion, “Wow, there sure have been a lot of changes around here.  They even have a clock tower in the middle of the street.  That wasn’t here the last time I was in town.”

A second later, I found a parking spot and noticed several unfamiliar buildings… ones that didn’t exist when I walked these same hallowed grounds. 

“Look… they even have a Visitor’s Center,” I stated much to my amazement.

My colleague looked around and asked, “Where?”

“Over there,” and I pointed at a two story building across the street that appeared to have been constructed out of bricks, but it was a little too dark to be certain.

“Uh?”

“Over there,” I pointed again.  “See the two story building with the lights on the bottom level.  It has the sign over the top that says ‘Visitor’s Center'.  Can't you see that?" I said incredulously.

Casually, my friend corrected me, “Jimmy… you mean that sign that says ‘VISION CENTER’?”

Jimmy may not be that bright, but perhaps that could be a sign it's time for glasses.

Jimmy’s Chocolate Milk Adventure

Me Knows Better Than to Say This… but I will.  A few days ago, my wife announced that there was an unopened container of chocolate milk in the refrigerator that we should probably use.  Now the only person that loves chocolate milk more than me is my daughter so I thought I would give her first dibs.  I waited a day and the container still sat unopened so I figured now it was fair game for anyone. 

The brand of milk sitting in the refrigerator was unfamiliar to me, but after a hot day on the golf course, I poured a large glass to enjoy with my sandwich.  It wasn’t too bad, but I quickly decided that this brand, flavored like a chocolate malt, wasn’t the best.  Over the years I have reached the conclusion that I much prefer chocolate shakes over chocolate malts as the malt taste doesn’t usually enthrall me.

As I continued to drink it, all I could do was associate it with the unpleasant after-taste found at the bottom of a warm chocolate shake from McDonald’s that had been sitting in the car a little too long.  But I forced it down since one should never let any chocolate go to waste.

The next day I remembered to mention to my wife, “Say… about that chocolate milk, let’s not get that brand anymore.  I’m not a big fan of malt flavored chocolate milk… and it must have been mislabeled because it didn’t say malt flavored on the jug either.”

“Uh… you mean the chocolate milk I just threw out yesterday?”

“Why… didn’t you like that flavor either?” I asked.

“No… it had soured and smelled pretty funky to me so I threw it out.”

On a related note:  Jimmy has started checking USE BY DATES a little closer.

Jimmy Is Disillusioned By Politics

Me Knows Better Than to Say This… but I will.  I ran across this sign today. 

Is it just me or does this sign say it all about the sad state of politics in the US today?  The website described the event as, “Enjoy a day of friendly camaraderie on the golf course while getting to know your fellow retailers and state legislators.” 

Not only are legislators out on a golf outing when we don’t have money, but the event is sponsored by Pawn America.  This is just ironic on so many levels.  Jimmy is still shaking his head.