Michael says bob, i say duck…wt..
Sometimes life goes by without even noticing the small stuff. We are garage saling (sailing) this morning. That means driving the garage sale route which is known to have good stuff for pennies! And i have the boys in the car (17 and 18 years old). We pass the street, BOB. So, Michael says “bob” and faster then that, i say “duck”. he looks at me like I’m on drugs (nothing knew in my house, no, not the drugs, but the looks!) he says it again and so do i. I can’t figure out why he doesn’t get it. Then i realize like most of the world who grew up with linear thinking, he isn’t privy to the inner workings of my mind. So i explain. You said “BOB”, which in a boxing term means to avoid the punch by moving up and down. So i said “duck” Which in a boxing term means DUCK before you get hit!
Ok, so what is not to understand….
Tip of the Day. If it is coming at you too fast to think, bob, or duck, whichever gets you out of harms way faster. If not, there are always ice packs!
