Can’t Drive 55
Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!
The last song I heard was the them from the Andy Griffith Show. Usually, it has no lyrics, but I know that there are some, so I just googled it. The third line is We might not get a bite all day.
Stankding on its own, that line could apply to lots of things.
Go for a walk in your neighborhood. If there a leash laws that people actually observe, you might not get a bite all day.
If the chief cook and bottle washer in your house goes on strike, you might not get a bite all day.
If mosquito season is over, as it is here in my corner of PA, you can be outdoors and you might not get a bite all day. Love this time of year here. The humidity is gone, the mosquitos are gone, and the sky is the prettiest blue because the haze from humidity is gone. Love it.
If you are a telephone sales person, you can call people like me all day and you won’t get a bite. You may get the phone slammed down in your ear, but you’ll never hear me speak.
The other week, my son-in-law got a call from one of those people who say they’re calling from Microsoft and they want you to give them access to your computer so they can fix multiple problems you don’t even know you have. My SIL is a computer security genius. He decided to play along, sounding as dumb as a bag of celery. He asked lots of questions, and finally the guy on the other end got a clue. He seemed quite put out when he asked, “Are you playing with me?”
Can you imagine? Here’s a scammer getting upset because he was caught in his own game. Now, that’s funny!
Rachel keeps calling me. For years, she’s been calling me to try to get me to do something or the other with my credit card. Poor Rachel. She’ll never get a bit from me. I figure the only reason they keep trying with this stuff is that there must be enough naive people out there who respond, that it makes it worth while for them to keep trying. You’d think they’d block out my number from their lists, though.
One time, a “charitable organization” did get a bite from me. They claimed to be a veteran’s organization, and I have a lot of compassion for our veterans, so I bit. Big mistake. They hounded me from Minnesota to Pennsylvania, calling multiple times each week. At first I told them I would not give them any more money, please don’t call me again. Then I would just hang up. Finally, I got the police involved and they traced this group to somewhere in Colorado and found that they were legitimate but just barely. Threatened them with legal proceedings if they didn’t leave me alone. It’s been years since they called me.
Once, just after we moved to Brainerd, MN, I got a call from a woman who said she was from the State Department.
I told her I’d wait until the State Department came knocking at my door. She was really mad, said some bad words, and slammed her receiver down.I wonder if she got a bite that day.
But the song, after all, is about Andy and Opie going fishing, and that line tells you a lot about what fishing is, really. It’s not about catching fish. It’s about having a day of relaxation in the sun, being together, enjoying one another’s company and enjoying the great outdoors.
Here’s the song: