I promise I won’t make a habit of reprinting corny little bits like this but it’s short and witty.  This came from the Youth India Blog, which has no strong discernible theme.

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.
Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out.
She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.
Along comes a Game Warden in his boat.
He pulls up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning, Ma’am.
What are you doing?”
“Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking, Isn’t that obvious?)
“You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her.
“I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”
“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.  I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman.
“But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.
“That’s true, but you have all the equipment.
For all I know you could start at any moment.”
“Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It’s likely she can also think.

I find this clever but I also wonder about the last line.  Of course we can think! What is this about, Mr Youth India?

Back to more intelligent things tomorrow.  Today I am recovering from my unpleasant morning with the West End (Rodeo Drive for Richmond) consignment shop fashionistas who rejected not just most of my mom’s clothes but my charming attitude despite what I was doing – selling my dead mother’s clothes.  Give a nice girl a break?
These women were NOT reading.  Fortunately, I do.