The Slice: There are no bad ideas, so give us your best pitch
Let’s start with a reader challenge.
I’ll chop the ending off an old advertising slogan (for Honda motorcycles) and invite you to complete the line with some local reference.
“You meet the nicest people …”
Royal parent: Judy McKeehan’s 4-year-old granddaughter dreamed that her father had turned into a prince.
Upon hearing that, the girl’s 6-year-old big sister offered a frank reality check: “I went into their bedroom last night and Daddy was still Carl.”
Slice answer: “I was riding my bike through one of the tunnels on the Hiawatha Trail when my tire blew,” wrote Lori Quick, who was with some friends who had already made it out into the sunlight. “It sounded like a gun shot.”
So when she emerged from the tunnel, she staggered as if she had taken a round and said, “I’ve been shot.”
Her friends didn’t buy it.
Just like in the movies: “I have lived here for 37 years and I saw someone hail a cab for the first time – ever – last Friday,” wrote Eric Rieckers. “And the cabbie actually pulled over and picked him up. It was on Sprague right in front of the Davenport. The guy was obviously a visitor and didn’t know any better. Normal taxi protocol around these parts is to call a cab and wait 20-30 minutes for its arrival.”
Just wondering: Do you remember bringing a camera along on vacation and having to ration picture-taking so as not to run out of film?
Feedback: A longtime reader took me to task for repeatedly endorsing beer drinking.
It was not a religious objection. He just said the world would be a better place (and roadways safer) if people didn’t drink beer.
Lost and found: If you lost an STA bus pass expiring next month and can answer a couple of verifying questions, contact The Slice. The woman who found it wants you to have it back.
Today’s Slice question: Everyone else seems to have gotten used to the name “Pig Out in the Park.” Why haven’t you?
Write The Slice at P.O. Box 2160, Spokane, WA 99210; call (509) 459-5470; email email@example.com. Cyclist Tom Brooks has noticed that some people seem to forget that a bike can be steered and his approach on two wheels need not be regarded as if he is hurtling out of control.