Thanks everyone for your concern and lovely messages.
First off, I'm OK, I was a bit shaken up though.
For those of you that aren’t aware, I was robbed at Tesco petrol station in Scunthorpe earlier this morning.
After my hands stopped trembling, I managed to call the Police.
They were quick to respond and calmed me down because my blood pressure went through the roof!
My money is gone however.
The police asked me if I knew who did it and I told them,
“Yes, it was pump number 3 ”
I went shopping today in Asda and I was behind a grandfather and his badly-behaved grandson. He has his hands full with the child screaming for sweets, biscuits, all sorts of things.
The grandad is saying in a controlled voice: “Easy, William, we won’t be long . . . easy boy.”
Another outburst and I heard the grandad calmly say : “It’s okay William. Just a couple more minutes and we’ll be out of here. Hang in there, boy.”
At the checkout the little horror is throwing items out of the trolley. Grandad says again in a controlled voice : “William, William, relax buddy, don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five minutes, stay cool William.”
Well, I was really impressed, so I went outside to where the grandfather is loading his groceries and the boy into the car. I said to the Grandad “It’s none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don’t know how you did it. That whole time you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be okay. William is very lucky to have you as his granddad.”
“Thanks,” said the Grandad. “But I am William. The little bastard’s name is Kevin.
Two French generals in Napolean's army were watching a battle from a nearby hill. Suddenly, a stray bullet struck one of them in the shoulder. Without an instants' pause, he turned to his aide. "Fetch me my red jacket," he commanded. As the aide rushed to comply, he turned to the other General, and explained that he didn't want the men to be demoralized by knowing he was wounded.
The other General was clearly impressed. At that moment, a cannonball shrieked between them, the wind from its' passing rocking them both back on their heels. After a moment, the second General turned to his aide, and ordered, "Fetch me my brown trousers ... "
Mildred, the church gossip and
self-appointed monitor of the church's
morals, kept sticking her nose into other
people's business. Several members did
not approve of her extra-curricular
activities, but feared her enough to
maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she
accused Frank, a new member, of being
an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup
parked in front of the town's only bar
one afternoon. She emphatically told
Frank (and several others) that everyone
seeing it there would know what he was
Frank, a man of few words, stared at her
for a moment and just turned and
walked away. He didn't explain, defend,
or deny. He said nothing. Later that
evening, Frank quietly parked his pickup
in front of Mildred's house ... Walked
home. And left it there all night. You
gotta love Frank