It has been quite a while, but the B.S. meter has tripped again.

I am tired of drivers who can't read (resulting in deliveries or attempted pickups in the wrong towns), and their supervisors who can't follow a plan.

Line 'em up and sell 'em. No reserve.

I would rather live on the street than spend one more day in the misery that so many others apparently revel in.

Add to this a call from the Tom Green County Probation Department looking for the youngest daughter, and I say lock 'em up.

Have a day.

LORD, if you have an excess of lighten bolts .... . . . . . ... you could sure put me out of my misery.