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A road crew supervisor hired a nice-looking blonde woman to assist with painting the yellow line down the middle of the road. He was skeptical about hiring her, but she appeared enthusiastic and told him that she really needed the job. He explained to her that her work day would be to complete 2 miles of line on her road, and he set her up with her brushes and paint and got her started
After the first day, he was pleased to find that she did an excellent job and was able to paint 4 miles of road in her 8 hour shift. He told her that she did an excellent job and how pleased he was with her progress.
On the second day, she completed painting 2 miles of road. Her supervisor was surprised that on day one she had completed twice as much work, but did not say anything, as 2 miles of road was the amount that the job required anyway. He decided to just accept it, and to look forward to the next day when he was sure she would pick up her speed again.
On day 3 he was shocked to learn that in her 8 hour shift, she only completed painting 1 mile of road. He called her into his office and asked her what was the problem, "On your first day, you completed 4 miles of road, on your second day, 2 miles of road, and now on day 3, you were only able to complete 1 mile of road." "Can I ask you, what is the problem?"
"Well, she replied, I keep getting farther and farther from the paint can."
i was in the ice cream isle at the local grocery store one time. this store had the upright freezers with the glass doors on them. after i got my ice cream i stood there making sure i had everything i needed and a blonde proceeded down the isle opening every door and checking what was inside as i stood and watched.the store was big enough it had at least fifteen doors and she opened every one of them and held it open long enough to check all of the flavors. that was funny.
__________________ poor planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part
I am a blonde however I've noticed that some of those doors in the freezer section get so foggy that sometimes you have to open the door to look.
She was probably looking for a specific item that she couldn't find.
Probably something her husband or other family member wanted her to buy, if it was for herself she probably could have improvised and settled for something else.
__________________ Imperfect but forgiven
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
As a North Bay trucker stops for a red light on Hwy.11, a
Blonde catches up.. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his
Truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers the
Window, and she says, "Hi, my name is Heather, and you
Are losing some of your load!"
The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.
When the truck stops for another red light, the girl
Catches up again. She jumps out of her car runs up and
Knocks on the door. Again, the trucker lowers the window.
As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly,
"Hi, my name is Heather, and you are
Losing some of your load!"
Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and
Continues down the street. At the third red light, the same
Thing happens again.
All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up,
Knocks on the truck door.
The trucker lowers the window.. Again she says, "Hi, my
Name is Heather, and you are
Losing some of your load!"
When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to
The next light When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets
Out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on
Her window, and as she lowers it, he says,..............
"Hi, my name is Kevin, it's winter in CANADA , and
I'm driving the F*** ING SALT TRUCK.........."
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