I went to the Ryan's Buffet for lunch yesterday. It was part of a Defensive Driving class. I went so that I could get 10% off my insurance. I also went to have a ticket dismissed. The ticket was for $225. I received the ticket because of a difference of opinion I had with a policeman concerning the color of a certain light at a certain intersection on Waco Drive. The policeman won. So did the city, the state, and the driving school. I had to pay $107 court costs just for the privilege of taking Defensive Driving. Then there was $12 for a Certified copy of my driving record from the state. The class cost $40. The buffet was "free."
Looked at another way, the lunch cost $159. That's still better than $225 though.
During the class, the instructor was asking us if any of us had ever experienced anything dangerous happening while driving. A retired school teacher related an incident that happened to her and her husband once. They were driving a lonely country road one evening and were keeping their eyes open for deer that might run across the road. They forgot to look for animals in the middle of the road. There was a donkey. They hit it. The donkey was killed. The car was killed also.
I started giggling softly. I'm sure everyone wondered about me. I couldn't help it. While she was talking about the donkey I started thinking about a rhyme my children would recite when they were small. Here it is
Inky binky bonkey;
Daddy had a donkey.
Donkey died.
Daddy cried.
Inky binky bonkey.
For an interesting insight into life and Inky Binky Bonkey read "2nd Graders Rule". Also visit Tim Bete's website.
© 2008 Barry T Horst
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