Monty by Jim Meddick for November 20, 2024

This sequence has the feel of something that has actually happened to Meddick.

Appearances say different.

… even so … he still is kind of a strange man.

Now he’s even stranger — beware of strangers.

In Indiana, just the appearance of being intoxicated in public can get you arrested for Public Intoxication. There is no test for blood alcohol level. It is up to the cop’s “judgment”. I’ve been stopped, multiple times, because my bad ankles, knees and hips make me walk with an unsteady gait. I now wear a body cam to record my interactions with police.

Good laws, just shut up and go home. Stop trying to explain yourself to everyone.

The reaction stung Monty worse than the bee.

How bad Monty has become. Now he scares even mothers and children. What a shame, what a shame.

At least he didn’t walk into a swarm of gnats.

drivers around here have been pulled over for suspicion of drunk driving when they were really avoiding a plethora of potholes.

Wear gloves. I used to walk with my hands in my pockets until I met a guy who had broken his collarbone on a cold day by falling down stairs with his hands stuck in his pockets. That extra half-second it takes to free your hands could kill you.

Good thing he didn’t walk into a spiderweb. ;-D

In an outside retail space I walked up an aisle and didn’t see the spider web, caught a bit of it and then moved to avoid and brush it off which only pulled more of it towards me. After I finally got free and all of it’s sticky tendrils off I realized I’d been doing a crazy interpretive dance to the piped in music that was playing. Still makes me laugh :)) !!!

Tomorrow he gets a field sobriety test.

RUN KIDS, STRANGER DANGER!

what arrows ossifer, I didn’t see the Injuns!

Which brings to mind the old saying, “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”

Why does he feel the need to explain himself to complete strangers? Just keep walking, dude.

Ok kids, just turn and slowly walk away, now run!

Now he needs the W.C. Fields-style red nose from being stung…

Twas early last September, as near as I remember, I was walking down the street in tipsy pride. When my feet, they made a stutter, I fell into the gutter, and a pig came up and lay down by my side. As I lay there in the gutter, thinking thoughts I dare not utter, a lady passing by was heard to say, “You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses.”, and the pig got up and slowly walked away.