Leslie's Omnibus

Signs...


Those of us of a certain age not only recognize this award, we know that the more frequently you run from it, the more frequently that Flying Fickle Finger of Fate finds you.

Just saying.

(And if I had the ready cash, I'd buy this one, just to be able to put it on my book shelf and sit back to wait and see who actually recognized it.)
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Seems someone else deserves this award this week:
"You know how when you sit on your phone when it's in your back pocket and it calls the last number that was dialed? His wife was the last number he'd dialed," said Winnetka police Chief Joseph De Lopez. "The conversation led her to believe there was someone holding him hostage."

In the popular vernacular, it was a butt dial, the bane of many a chagrined cell phone user. This time, it led to a frantic 911 call from a wife. Soon, more than 30 gun-toting officers converged on Carleton Washburne School, which also houses the District 36 offices where the man works.
Heh!
Leslie

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