I receive a weekly (unless he’s slacking) newsletter called “Business Banter” by Tony Paradiso. Tony is smart and sarcastic, two qualities I hold dear. Here’s just a three ounce beer sampler of this weeks rant:
“Sadly, if we had begun serious research on alternative fuels during the 1974 oil embargo we’d probably have solved the problem by now. Unfortunately that would have taken real leadership from Washington. It would have also required an attention span longer than the life span of a tsetse fly from the American public. Neither of those existed then or now.”
Tony ended this week with a humorous observation on the sexes submitted by one Leslie S:
“Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now men … men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with!”
I do despise heights, but I love a good apple.