.....At the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA
(Much to the chagrin of the almighty Bluster-King, who tires of explanations, and goes bonkers if there is one, HE AIN’T THE ONLY ONE THAT READS THIS HERE MATERIAL. There are others; e.g., other famblee-members, the dreaded ne’er-do-wells, and people out there in blog-reader land; if any. I feel I should explain things a little for them, so there aren’t any questions, or confusion.)
The YMCA has issued bar-coded membership keytags.
When ya arrive, ya swipe your keytag under a laser reader.
What usually happens is that the reader acknowledges with a celebratory sound.
So I dutifully swipe my keytag.
“WHAM; Crash; tinkle!” (Sound of breaking glass.)
“Um, sir. Couldja do your keytag again? I don’t know what happened, but it didn’t register.”
“Yeah; it sounded like the roof collapsed!” I shouted.
The revenge of Bill Gates. The YMCA’s ‘pyooter-system is Windoze.
—2) SMALL WORLD
(This didn’t actually happen, but it coulda. I don’t generally jaw with anyone, as my speech can go funny.)
“I recognize you, but I don’t know from where,” I said.
“I do now: mighty Weggers!”
“Huhhhhhhhh???????”
“Wegmans; the Canandaigua Wegmans,” I said.
“Yep; sometimes I stock; and other times I supervise the front-end,” he said.
“Greatest store in the entire universe — even better than Wal*Mart. Ya never see Wal*Mart at the top of the Fortune ‘100 best places to work.’”
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