DUMBEL
The other day on the way home from work I saw a young woman in a black Ford Mustang 5.0 convertible with Wisconsin plates that said DUMBEL. This was an opportunity I just couldn't pass up. I chased her for seven miles through heavy traffic, going as much as 25 miles over the 50 mile per hour speed limit (those 5.0's really move, you know) only to have her change three lanes and slip away at a red light.
Then, to my surprise, a few blocks later she was right in front of me again. I leaped from the car and gave her one of my interview postcards. She took it and looked at me as though I was crazy. She looked like a "hard body" weightlifter type. She looked good. I am jumping to conclusions about this but I'd be willing to bet that she, in fact, is a weightlifter. Yet, after all my diligent effort, to date, she hasn't returned her survey.
Since then I saw her license plate on a new Corvette, and it was parked in front of a gym. She must not have had time to fill out my survey what with shopping for a new car and all.
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