Content posted by Susan.R

Group Post
13/05/2011 - 15:56

Dear all
from a friend working at a local polling station (overseeing vote counting).

Please tell all your friends to DOUBLE CHECK their voting paper is
STAMPED at the back otherwise their vote does not count.

I counted at the last election and ALL votes with no stamp of the
local polling station were not counted. That is the very first item on
the list that we check and the votes without stamps at the back are discounted immediately

Blog entry
01/11/2010 - 16:15

An elderly couple was celebrating their 60th anniversary. The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and moved back to their old neighborhood after they retired.

Holding hands, they walked back to their old school. They found the old desk they’d shared, where Andy had carved “I love you, Sally .”

On their way back home,....

a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at their feet. Sally quickly picked it up. Not sure what to do, they took it home. There was fifty thousand dollars!

Andy said, “We’ve got to give it back.”

Sally said, “Finders keepers.” She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.

The next day, two police officers were canvassing the neighborhood searching for the money. They knocked on their door. “Pardon me, did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armored car yesterday?”

Sally said, “No”.

Andy said, “She’s lying. She hid it up in the attic.

Sally said, “Don’t believe him, he’s getting senile.”

The Police began to question Andy, “Tell us the story from the beginning.”

Andy said, “Well, when Sally and I were walking home from school yesterday ....”

The first police officer turned to his partner and said, “We’re outta here!”

News story
14/10/2010 - 21:03

The Southern Cape town of Sedgefield has become Africa’s first “slow town.”

The international Cittaslow movement promotes quality living. It originated in Italy about ten years ago.

Blog entry
14/07/2010 - 17:01

A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi and the cabbie says, “Perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.”

Passenger: “Who?”

Cabbie: “Frank Feldman. He’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.”

Passenger: “There are always a few clouds over everybody.”

Cabbie: “Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.”

Passenger: “Sounds like he was something really special.”

Cabbie: “There’s more … He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything right.”

Passenger: “Wow, some guy then.”

Cabbie: “He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.”

Passenger: “An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?”

Cabbie: “Well, I never actually met Frank. He died … I’m married to his f**king widow.”