Weekend wonders

Sunday, I pulled into my driveway to see two men approaching me wearing ties, nice shirts, bibles and literature from a religious organization that rhymes with "Hemovah's Pitness."

I nodded, "Good day, gentlemen. I don't mean to scare you but I can talk you under the table. Without even trying. Really. Don't get me started."

They wished me a nice day and moved on. I gave them my blessing for a great life.

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During a massage and reflexology treatment Sunday morning, the power went out.

We've had unseasonably hot weather, I figure running massive air conditioning in Seattle created an overload.

We finished to candle light.

As I checked out, a number of cosmetologists, their clients and desk workers sat in a group, waiting, hoping for 'leccie to re-generate - lights and hair driers - soon.

I raised my fist to them. "Power to the people!"

Then flashed a V for victory as I pushed out the doorway.