31 Jan 12 The Funeral
A man was leaving a convenience store with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery.
A black hearse was followed by a second black hearse about 50 feet behind the first one.
Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a dog on a leash.
Behind him, a short distance back, were about 200 men walking single file.
The man couldn’t stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog and said:
“I am so sorry for your loss, and this may be a bad time to disturb you, but I’ve never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?”
“My wife’s.”
”What happened to her?”
“She yelled at me and my dog attacked and killed her.”
He inquired further, “But who is in the second hearse?”
The man answered, “My mother-in-law.
She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her. She didn’t survive either.”
A very poignant and touching moment of brotherhood and silence passed between the two men.
“Can I borrow the dog?”
The man replied, “Get in line.”
Tags: bad time, brotherhood, convenience store, funeral procession, hearse, morning coffee, mother in law, nearby cemetery, silence, single file, solitary man, sorry for your loss
29 May 08 Coffee
Now, if you’re a regular reader here at The Eye, you’ll know I love my morning coffee. However, I almost always make that coffee in my own kitchen, even on the days when I’m working away from home.
Unlike me, many people get their daily fix from the local coffee shop, and it’s costing them thousands. If you’re one of those people, then read on.
Here’s the math: someone spending $1.80 on a regular coffee every day (let alone the fancy cappuccinos) is handing over $468 for the luxury every year. When compound interest of 7% is taken into account, this would amount to a total of $8,648 over 10 years, $25,661 over 20 years and $59,127 over 30 years.
If a 35-year-old were to put all the money they spend on coffee into their pension fund instead, at 65 they would receive $3,843 more in their pension every year for the rest of their life.
Now, are you still going to Starbucks for another cup?
Tags: 10 years, cappuccinos, coffee shop, compound interest, math, money, morning coffee, pension growth, pension pot, price of coffee, retirement fund, starbucks
02 Apr 08 A Question
It’s early here. Well, it’s early enough for me. It’s 7.45am. I’ve been up about an hour and a quarter. I’ll confess that it’s earlier than usual. I’m not a morning person. I’m sitting here now, feeling tired but not sleepy.
Coffee doesn’t work. I enjoy my morning coffee, but it doesn’t wake me up in the morning, any more than it keeps me awake at night. I always feel tired in the mornings; wide awake at bedtime.
Still, I’m not one for laying in bed all day. I’m not some kind of early morning hero that needs to boast how early I rise, but I do think that laying in until noon is such a waste of a day – unless one is unwell of course.
It’s a nice morning out there today, I can see the sun shining through the slats of the still-closed blind. That’s better, I’ve opened it. I can hear the crickets outside. They’re really quite loud, particularly as I have the door open too. It’s already 67F outside.
While I’m typing this, I’m eating a bowl of cold oatmeal. Why? Well, I’m trying to be good and eat breakfast (which is the one time of day I’m not hungry), and trying to make it a healthy breakfast at that. It’s not that I dislike oatmeal, but somehow, just somehow, corned beef hash, or bacon, eggs and grits would somehow be more appetising.
Now, I’m back with a refilled coffee cup. I’m pretty good with my coffee intake really I think. There’s about another 3 mug fulls in the pot, and once that’s gone, I’ll drink water for the rest of the afternoon. I might have a cold beer, come this evening; then again I might not. It depends how the mood takes me.
At least I know where to find a cold beer. It’s always in the refrigerator. Unlike some other items I care to mention, such as car keys, or my wallet, or cellphone or glasses.
Which, dear reader, brings me to the title of this article, a question.
Why can I not remember where I put my cellphone, but I never forget my grandparents telephone number of the house they moved from in 1978? Why do I “lose” the car keys, but I can drive from here to Atlanta through the back roads without thinking about it? And, why, do I remember how much a loaf of bread cost at the local bakers when I was a kid, but I’ll forget to buy some when I go to the supermarket?
Your answers are welcome, but don’t forget to remind me what the question was. I’ll probably have forgotten by the middle of this afternoon.
Tags: awake at night, bedtime, car key, car keys, cellphone, coffee cup, coffee intake, cold beer, cold oatmeal, crickets, eggs and grits, fulls, grandparents, healthy breakfast, morning coffee, morning person, nice morning, slats, time of day, wallet
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