Top Ten Things Not to do on a Plane

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Here is the 50th installment of Ten Top Lists of What Not to Do by Marie Ann Bailey of 1WriteWay at http://1writeway.com and John W. Howell of Fiction Favorites at http://johnwhowell.com. These lists are simu-published on our blogs each Monday. We hope you enjoy.

Top Ten Things Not To Do When Traveling by Plane

10. When traveling by plane, do not think that you can fake being 75 or older so you won’t have to take off your shoes since you are self-conscious about foot odor.  At best, the TSA agents will just roll their eyes as you stoop and shuffle over and then will patiently insist that you remove your shoes since your ID makes it clear that you are not as old as you claim.  At worst, the TSA agents will decide that you must have some mental health issues and flag you as someone to be examined in the TSA office which causes you to miss your plane and totally gross out the TSA agents in the small examination room with your smelly feet.

9. When traveling by plane, do not expect that the happy, cooing baby seated behind you will remain happy and cooing once the plane takes off.  At best, the parents will attend immediately to the baby whenever it starts to cry.  At worst, the parents will ignore the baby, as apparently they always do, and it will be your eardrums which will suffer more from the baby’s ear-splitting screams than from the change in cabin air pressure which is causing the screaming.

8. When traveling by plane, do not assume that the carry-on bag you bought online for half-price will actually fit in an overhead bin.  At best, you’ll be the first to wedge your bag into the bin and can ignore the other passengers whose bags are smaller but unable to fit because your bag is so large.  At worst, a big guy named Tiny will pull out your bag, drop it in your lap, and put in his own. You’ll be stuck having to check your oversized carry-on at the last-minute unless you foolishly want to argue with Tiny.

7. When traveling by plane, do not think you can escape screaming babies by hiding in the lavatory.  If you do, at best, you’ll only face a long line of angry passengers when you finally come out as the plane is preparing to land.  At worst, the flight crew will summon an air marshal  and forcefully extricate you at a most inconvenient moment.

6. When traveling by plane, do not think you can time your use of the lavatory to coincide with the smoothest part of the flight.  At best, you’ll be lucky and only be slightly jostled about on the toilet as the plane hits some minor turbulence.  At worst, the plane will hit an air pocket, causing the plane to drop sharply, you to accidentally open the lavatory door as you grab the handle for stability, and the flight crew to be forever marred by an image of your blue water-colored naked bottom half.

5. When traveling by plane, do not assume that the passenger behind you won’t mind if you put your seat all the way back.  If you do, at best, that passenger and all the ones behind will be the doing the same thing, causing a strange but convenient domino effect.  At worst, the passenger behind you will show displeasure by choosing that time to pitch forward and have a sneezing fit over your head making you wish you had brought an umbrella.

4. When traveling by plane, do not think it would be a fun idea to tease your fellow passenger’s cat while the passenger is in the lavatory.  At best, the cat will only hiss and growl as it backs into the corner of the pet taxi when you stick your fingers through the grate.  At worst, you’ll have a lot of explaining to do to the flight attendant and your fellow passenger when you ask for help in retrieving your hand from PsychoKitty’s clamped jaw.

3. When traveling by plane, do not think that you can imbibe several alcoholic drinks and somehow be sober when your 10-hour flight ends.  At best, the flight attendant will be aware of your naiveté and water down your drinks so you can disembark without assistance.  At worst, you drink yourself into a Bermuda Triangle stupor and wake up hours later in a TSA’s office, strapped to a wheelchair and not having answers to the questions being asked by Fritz the head interrogator.

2. When traveling by plane, on your return flight, do not think your fellow passengers will find it amusing if you sing along with the movie Happy Feet, which you’ve seen several times already.  At best, all the passengers will choose to use headsets to tune you out.  At worst, you just might be faced with a mass passenger mutiny where walking the plank takes on new meaning at thirty-five thousand feet.

1, When traveling by plane, do not pull an Alec Baldwin and insist on taking a cell phone call just when the captain requests that everyone turn off their phones and other electronic devices.  At best, a flight attendant will gently but firmly take your phone away from you and refuse to return it until your plane has landed.  At worst, the captain and flight crew will pay a personal visit to your seat and escort you off the plane, (after landing if you are lucky) totally ignoring your claim to be a very important person.

Friday is Here. Happy Day

 

Here we are pulling into the last day of the workweek. I can almost hear those factory whistles go off and Fred Flintstone do his Yabba, Dabba, Doo call signaling his delight with it being over. (Unfortunately for most of this ancient history will be lost on you) I remember having a number of bosses who viewed Friday with some elements of remorse. It was almost like they were sorry the work week was over and they would now be forced to spend time with the spouse and children. I had a boss one time who became depressed when Friday rolled around and thought up all kinds of excuses as to why we needed to “get together to go over the next week” on Saturday. This same boss tried it on Sunday as well, but I knew the button to push. “I will be happy to meet you. Why don’t you come to church with us and we can talk after?” That one made the difference. Never had another Sunday invitation.  So this week’s Johnku (this term was coined by the wonderful blogger Words4jp) is titled Mournful Boss.

Mournful Boss by John W. Howell

Bliss Friday arrives,

Happiness for entire world . . .

Mourning boss alone.

Hope you all have a great weekend and if you would like to share a boss story go for it.

Wednesday Story Day and Hump Day

 

 

Wednesday at last. This week seems like it is in a contest to see who can move the slowest. Well, we are at the halfway mark and time for a story. The story today is based on a real life experience I had the last week. I have to travel to San Antonio for medical care and each  six weeks I need to have an infusion to ward off the effects of an auto-immune disease which is my body attacking me. Anyway I was traveling along interstate 37 and had just entered the police protectorate zone of San Antonio. The speed limit changes from 75 to 70 just as one crosses the San Antonio River. I have been making this trip for two years and my custom is to adjust my cruise control from 81 MPH in the 75 zone to 70 MPG in a 70.

Well, there I was, cruising at 81, listening to the Classic Queen CD. I was also looking for the pills I’m supposed to take an hour before the procedure. I find the pills, open a water, take the pills and wash them down. All fine and dandy with one exception, I had crossed the demark from 75 to 70 and was preoccupied. A minute after I had the feeling something was wrong, one of San Antonio’s finest was suggesting strongly I pull over. Not wanting to add evasion to an already serious offense (11 miles over the speed limit) I stopped. I pulled off right next to the 70 MPH sign. Unfortunately I had been in the 70 zone for a few minutes and really had no excuse. I guess I could have mentioned my procedure, but one look at the officer and I knew he wouldn’t give a rip. I kept my dignity and didn’t beg for mercy. Lucky for me, since he didn’t give me any. I get to pay $114.00 and the cost of traffic school.  So here is a riff on a traffic stop. Of course, it stars my old pal Frank. Hope you like it.

Traffic Stop by John W. Howell ©2014

“Any idea why I pulled you over?”

“Not only do I not have a clue, but this has never happened to me before.”

“Yes I’m sure. Well I had you at 81 in a 70 zone.”

“81 in a 70? So what?”

“So what? Do you realize how unsafe that kind of speed could be to innocent drivers who get in your way?”

“No one gets in my way. Speaking of in the way, tell me again what gave you the idea to pull me over?”

“First of all sir, I’m going to ask you to calm down and remain in your vehicle. You are in enough trouble without adding any other charges.”

“Any other charges? Are you crazy? You don’t have the authority to add anything. And as far as remaining in my car is concerned I will damn well do what I please. I believe this is an unlawful stop and I just might be forced to swear out a complaint against you. What is your name again? I missed it the first time.”

“My name is Frank.”

“Frank what?”

“I don’t think that is any of your business.”

“Well Frank. Now that you have interfered with police business by detaining me from my appointed rounds. Now that you refuse to identify yourself to an officer of the law when requested. Now that you have demonstrated that you could be a safety risk to yourself and others, you are under arrest. You have the right to an attorney and if you can’t afford an attorney one will be provided by the court. Anything you say, can and will be held against you in a court of law. Do you understand these rights Frank?

My GRL by John W. Howell

A very lovely review of My GRL written by Ionia Martin. I am blushing reading her words and will have to strive to live up to them on the next one. Thank you Ionia for taking the time to read and review. Always grateful. John

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My GRL is the story of John J. Cannon, successful San Francisco lawyer, who takes a well-deserved leave of absence from his firm. He travels to a small Texas fishing town and buys a boat, unaware that his new purchase, renamed My GRL, had already been targeted by a terrorist group. John’s first inkling of a problem is when he wakes up in the hospital. He learns he was found unconscious next to the dead body of the attractive young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. John now stands between the terrorists and the success of their mission.

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

John W. Howell is a new author with a mission: Entertain his readers and give them a wild ride. Mission accomplished.

If you are looking for a book that will both keep you guessing and keep…

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Top Ten Things Not to Do on the Weekend

Here is the 49th installment of Ten Top Lists of What Not to Do by Marie Ann Bailey of 1WriteWay at http://1writeway.com and John W. Howell of Fiction Favorites at http://johnwhowell.com. These lists are simu-published on our blogs each Monday. We hope you enjoy.

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Top Ten Things Not To Do on the Weekend

10. On the weekend, do not attempt to catch up on all the sleep you missed during the week. If you do attempt, at best, you may miss a few meals. At worst, you might just find Monday morning arriving way too soon.

9. On the weekend, do not try to complete a week’s worth of exercise in one weekend day. If you do, at best, your body will remind you to take it easy next time. At worst, you will need to call EMS to help you out of bed Monday morning.

8. On the weekend, do not try to drink all the beer and margaritas you missed during the week. If you do, at best, you will still feel bad the following Friday. At worst,  you could have a monumental lost weekend and wake up naked,  restrained to a gurney at the county hospital with no idea how you got there nor how long you’ve been naked.

7. On the weekend do not feel you must fill in every hour with an activity to make up for the sedentary week. If you do, at best, you just might need a vacation after the weekend is over. At worst, you may be in a position to regret not having a stress test a little sooner.

6. On the weekend, do not power shop to make up for the times you were at work during the week. If you do, at best, you may see the end of the available money before the end of the available time to shop. At worst, you ignore the end of the money warning and continue shopping until your credit card company mercifully cuts you off in the most exclusive store.

5. On the weekend, do not do a marathon of chores hoping to catch up on those you missed during the week. If you do, at best, you will run out of daylight before the work is done. At worst, you will run out of energy and be faced with the end of the weekend and the prospect of an exhausted Monday morning.

4. On the weekend, do not try to watch every show you recorded during the week. If you do, at best, you will feel you have worked all weekend just watching TV. At worst, you will show up on Monday with bloodshot eyes and pasty skin leading everyone to believe you were in solitary confinement in jail for the weekend.

3. On the weekend, do not take a little work home with you. If you do, at best, you will have to sneak around to get it done before the family finds out. At worst, your boss will find out you are working during the weekend so the little work will turn into two full days of business as usual.

2. On the weekend, if you are a writer, do not try to not write. If you do, at best, you will become increasingly grumpy until your family locks you in your writing room. At worst, you will be successful in not writing and will be crushed by the guilt of ages simply because you are now two thousand words off your target causing you to change genres from Romance to Horror Fiction.

1. On the weekend, do not forget to find time to relax and recharge. If you do forget, at best, your productivity for the next week will suffer. At worst, your nerves will probably  be at the point of shatter and all will let loose when your hapless boss asks you to stay for an hour more on Monday with significantly ugly results.

Friday is Here. Yay.

 

 

Friday again and it has arrived just in time to make a truly great weekend. Good weekends seem to happen more than they are planned. Usually when we make some big plan for the weekend things happen to disrupt what we had intended. When we plan nothing for the weekend those plans usually go through without a hitch and in the end a great weekend has been had. Just shows, expectation of a good time sets you up for the possibility of disappointment. In the end, maybe it’s better not to have plans and therefore no expectations, since this would be a way to eliminate disappointment. Naw I don’t think so. Living to avoid disappointment is way too negative. Half the enjoyment of doing something fun is looking forward to the activity. Here is a Johnku on the subject of planning for fun.

Fun by John W. Howell © 2014

Fun plan is ready,

Anticipation very high . . .

Summer rain melts cake.

I always wonder what others do on their weekends. Do you plan for a great weekend or just let it happen? When the plans fall through is it worse than having no plans at all?

A Different Kind of Book Review: Memoirs of a Dilettante Volume One by Helena Hann-Basquiat

Wonderful and unique review by Marie Ann Bailey of Memoirs of a Dilettante Volume One by Helena Hann-Basquiat

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Mary picked up the soft cover book from her pillow where it had been resting since Lucy left it there.  She opened the book so she could see the front and back cover, the red, black, and white colors making her eyes dance.  Red was her favorite color.  Black used to be the color of her hair.  And it had been long and wavy, much as she imagined Helena’s hair to be.  An index card floated down from the book and onto Mary’s lap.  It was a note from Lucy:  “Just call me Penny dammit!”  Mary laughed at the inside joke. Both she and Lucy were regular readers of Helena’s blog and knew the story behind “Penny dammit.”

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Story Day – AKA Wednesday

 

 

Wednesday is the day for a story as you may know. Today’s story was inspired by one of those quaint Ben Franklin almanac quotations. “Let he who drinks his cider alone, catch his horse alone.” I think this quotation speaks volumes about the concept of sharing. If a person cannot find the heart to share the good moments of life, then when the troubles of life show up let that person face them alone. Seems logical, but it never ceases to amaze me how some folks who have no thoughts for others in good times want all the help they can find when things turn bad. This story is about one of those people. It is titled: All About Me and stars my favorite character Frank.
All About Me By John W. Howell © 2014
“I can tell, you think I should help you with this problem.”
“Well, are you going to stand around and watch me struggle?”
“Hum let me see. The last time I asked you for help, you were busy remember?”
“No I really don’t remember. I don’t even remember you asking for help.”
“That’s pretty strange. At the time, you gave me a lecture on how to avoid the problem.”
“Did it work?”
“Hell no Frank. It didn’t work. I needed help getting out of the problem, not some words on how to avoid it.”
“Did you ever get into the same problem again?”
“No never.”
“See I did help.”
“Right now it isn’t so much about me Frank it’s all about you. You are in trouble and you are asking me to help you.”
“Isn’t that what friends are for?”
“If we were friends I would say yes that’s what friends are for.”
“You mean we aren’t friends?”
“Frank for god’s sake. You are asking me for money and the last time I asked you I got nothing.”
“Except good advice.”
“Except advice yes.”
“Say it, ‘good advice.’”
“No I won’t and I’m not giving you any of the money.”
“You are hurting my feelings Gerry. Please say you will give me the money.”
“I don’t think you have feelings Frank and again, no.”
“If I kill you, I can just take the money.”
“I don’t think so Frank. Look around. There is no way out of here. We are locked in the safe overnight sitting on millions. You kill me and take the money and the boss will hunt you down like an animal. You have to wait until the bank opens in the morning and the safe automatically unlocks just like me. Then, like in the plan, we both take the money out of here. That is my final say so on this subject. I can’t believe you are so stupid. Point that gun in another direction before I slap you.”

Top Ten Things Not to Do When Pet Sitting

Here is the 48th installment of Ten Top Lists of What Not to Do by Marie Ann Bailey of 1WriteWay at http://1writeway.com and John W. Howell of Fiction Favorites at http://johnwhowell.com. These lists are simu-published on our blogs each Monday. We hope you enjoy.

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Top Ten Things Not To Do When Petsitting for Friends

10. When petsitting your friends’ dog Buster, do not think that running circles in the backyard for five minutes will be adequate exercise. If you do, at best, Buster will be obedient enough to come back inside when you call and thus you will be none the wiser regarding Buster’s pent-up energy nor his overactive bladder. At worst, Buster will refuse to come in and proceed to chase you in circles until you drop from exhaustion or are rescued by a sympatric neighbor whichever comes first..

9. When petsitting your friends’ dog Molly, do not think that while taking Molly for a walk, her friendly and amiable behavior will extend to other dogs. If you do, at best, you’ll have enough upper body strength to keep her from tangling with another dog that is (fortunately for you) leashed to a post in the neighbor’s front yard. At worst, you’ll get tangled up and hauled by Molly stopping only when, the other dog is inches from your face, with the neighbor calling the police because of your inability to control the dog..

8. When petsitting your friends’ dog Jake, do not forget to bring plastic bags with you when you take Jake on a walk. If you do forget, at best, Jake will wait until you are in your friends’ front yard before deciding to do number 2 in front of countless witnesses. At worst, he will pick the most pristine lawn (with the sign Keep Off) in the neighborhood and promptly do number 2 in full view of the owner and you will have to make apologies and promises as you run back to your friends’ house to retrieve the plastic bags and then take a long walk of shame to return and clean up.

7. When petsitting your friends’ dog Bella, do not think you can be late for a visit without dire consequences. If you are late for a visit, at best, Bella will only give you a dirty look when you finally arrive and let her out to do her “business.” At worst, there will be more than a dirty look waiting for you when you finally show up and your friends will ask you where to send the multiple carpet cleaning bills.

6. When petsitting your friends’ dog Hugo and taking him for a walk in a local park, do not think you can ignore the posted leash laws and allow Hugo to run without a leash in the hope that he tires himself out fast and you can go home sooner. At best, you’ll get dirty looks from the other dog walkers who chose to obey the law as well as a dirty dog because Hugo found a small pool of muddy water to play in. At worst, Hugo will take off like a rocket and you will spend hours searching to no avail and then panicking over what to tell your friends only to arrive back at the house in the dark and find Hugo, happy and tired, waiting for you on the front steps along with the animal control officer who followed him there.

5. When petsitting your friends’ cat Princess, do not forget to check the litter box at every visit. If you do forget, at best, Princess will be resourceful enough to find unsoiled spots and allow your nose to alert you to the need to clean the box. At worst, Princess will decide to teach you a lesson and leave you a surprise or two shaped like a Tootsie Roll just inside the front door which you will find under your first step..

4. When petsitting your friends’ cat Tom and seeing that they have a harness and leash for him, do not think taking Tom on a walk will be one way to avoid it needing the litter box (and thus you having to clean it). If you do take Tom on a walk, at best, Tom will spend most of the time lounging in a square of sunshine and be loath to move unless you pick him up and carry him back home. At worst, Tom will see another cat and set off to chase it with unexpected strength, pulling your shoulder out of its socket in the process.

3. When petsitting your friends’ cat, do not think the cat’s nickname—PsychoKitty—is actually a term of endearment and you can caress her to your heart’s content. At best, PsychoKitty will tolerate your petting and you will know enough to stop when you hear a low growl. At worst, you ignore the low growl and quickly find yourself in a situation at the ER where several doctors are required to convince PsychoKitty to release your arm.

2. When petsitting your friends’ cat Milo, do not ignore your friends’ warning that Milo likes to rub against people’s legs when he’s hungry. If you do, at best, you’ll just find it takes longer to get to the kitchen since you have to navigate around Milo’s paws as he loops in and around your legs. At worst, you step on Milo’s paws causing him to emit a banshee-like yowl and you to trip over your own feet, resulting in a face plant on the tiled kitchen floor.

1. When petsitting your friends’ cat Ruby, do not forget your friends’ warning that Ruby likes to lurk on the top of bookcases. If you do, at best, you’ll simply have a few panicked hours of thinking Ruby had gotten out of the house before you finally see her at the top of a bookcase, her eyes mere slits of boredom. At worst, after hours of a panicked search, Ruby will finally make herself known by jumping from the bookcase onto your shoulders, causing you to make face plant on the hardwood floor, where you lie for several minutes convinced you heard Ruby laugh as she ran off of you and jumped back onto the bookcase.