I called Junior, my transmission guy; yesterday and he told me to bring in the ride. Thank goodness for warranties. I'm sure it will be fine. CUT TO: "Turns out your Johnson gear is out, that's only another $1000." Ha ha, 'Johnson gear'. My problem with cars is that I LOVE them. I like driving, what can I say?
And now it's time for a new feature to bobborden.com, I call it: E-mail Notification That I Was Outbid On An E-bay Item, here we go:
"Unfortunately, your bid did not win the following item: ERNEST BORGNINE Autographed 8 x 10"
And that was E-mail Notification That I Was Outbid On An E-bay Item -- Tell your friends.
I'm in a café yesterday morning purchasing my breakfast. I just ordered a sausage, egg & cheese on an English muffin sandwich and I'm waiting for them to cook it up. Then some woman drops her LARGE cup of orange juice, it crashes to the floor - I look down at my pants and I'm all juiced up! Little bits of pulp everywhere. So I'm doing the looking at my pants thing and she's looking for someone that works there for help. She gets help and then walks over to the cashier. SHE DIDN'T EVEN SAY SHE WAS SORRY FOR MESSING UP MY SLACKS!!!! I was pissed and had more than a few choice words for her in my mind. I was on the fence about saying something to her but then I decided that would be crossing a line into 'that guy' territory. I'm too old to be 'that guy'. I've come to learn that the vast majority of mouth breathers walking this planet are truly idiots.
I am set for this winter; I got my flu shot yesterday. Last year my arm got a little red mark from the shot. And for the past two years, immediately after getting the shot, I felt sick. It's natural because they're injecting you with the virus but it still feels weird. This year was great --I didn't get that sick feeling at all. I got my shot around one o'clock. But then around five o'clock, my arm started to itch. I pulled up my sleeve and:

Bob got a
They forgot to take out the needle! That's going to leave a mark.
Comedy 101 -- goodnight ladies.
Always,
Bob