Friday Shoot-out - Incongruous

The events of Tuesday of this week are the base on which this Friday Shoot-out is founded. It was a day unlike any other I have known.

We drove our underage granddaughter, who had spent the summer with us, to the airport to return to her family in Idaho. Craziness soon ensued.


On the way, we stopped for lunch at a nice restaurant. This sign was posted outside the entrance. I wondered...., when a thief robs the place will they leave a note saying, "I may be back!"

At the airport I assisted my granddaughter with her luggage at the terminal and then left my wife with her, to see her to her gate. I decided to park in the cell phone parking lot until Billie called me to pick her up.

At the parking lot I got out of the car to stretch my legs. There were informative signs of all sorts, there.

Having just come from Terminal A, I knew there was no parking available at either terminal. Since the parking lot was a mile away, I wasn't about to walk there. I guess I could have reached a cab on my cell phone if nature called.

I found it interesting that the disabled were the only ones required to get a permit to park, and then had to pay a $250 fine to do it.

As I walked around I made an amazing discovery. The air traffic control tower was in the trash can!

After getting a closer look, I realized that tiny airplanes were flying around in there, too. Click on the picture to get a closer look.

One of the little jet planes barely missed a tiny light pole which was also in the trash receptacle.

A few minutes later, another jet was not so fortunate. It was a direct hit!

That's what they get for flying around in a garbage can!

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I, quickly, rushed to the site of the crash. The whole trash can was completely obliterated! It was almost total destruction! The only thing left standing was the little control tower. If you look closely you can see, on the right side of the picture, what looks like one of the doors of the airplane. Just below the control tower there is more evidence of the horrible results of the crash. It's red! Could it be bl.....! Oh, what a trying day!

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As I arrived home that afternoon, Scruffy could see that I was a little frazzled. He said, "Let's go to the river and unwind. A little fishing will be just what you need."

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Scruffy always knows just how to cheer me up. Little did I know how strange this angling experience would be.

It was, indeed, a beautiful night at the inlet. The glow of the distant lighthouse reflecting in the river's glassy smooth water had a very calming effect on me. Scruffy and I caught lots of nice fish.

If you look closely, (click to enlarge) you can see that the flounder has both eyes on the same side of its head, unlike the trout. That is strange, but this particular flounder was even stranger than that.

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He was wearing a cell phone on his hip!

Before I knew it he was calling the Department of Fish and Game.

I heard him say something about his inalienable rights as a fish.

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Soon, he even had his friends involved in the ruckus!

So, to avoid any further confrontation, Scruffy filleted and released them.

Overall, it was a very incongruous day! I hope to see many more like it.