I woke up this morning to a horrifying thought. Why it took me nine years to figure this out I'll never know (quick study I am), but it's been kind of depressing me all day.
Most of us probably have inside jokes and "traditions," for lack of a better word, with various people in our lives. When they're no longer with us, those jokes and traditions can no longer be shared and/or exchanged.
I discovered today that if I say something into a walkie-talkie, the person on the other end would have no clue what I'm talking about, let alone how to respond properly.
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So I'll throw this out into the void and hope it reaches the right soul somewhere out in the ether:
"White Lightning, White Lightning, this is Ground Beef Control. Do you read me? Over..."
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