Three minutes ago, phone rings. Guy wants to buy a dozen spinner baits.

I realize he thinks I am either Stan Sloan or his son. I try to explain I am not related at all and Stan has passed away.

Okay, says the guy, but how much for a dozen spinner baits?

I did not say, "Here's your sign" What I said, realizing I had a lot of spinner baits, was, "Send me a check for $62 and when it clears the bank, I'll send your spinner baits. Gave him my POB.

"Thanks, Stan, says he, I sure like your blacklights, too. I'll send you a check today.

Here's your sign!
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Constipation has ruined many a good day. Not as many as stupidity, though.