Alan Jatowski wrote:
Linda Sue Williams, 41, is a waitress at Miss Valinda's Country
Kitchen. After waitressing for over 20 years, she is somewhat
a judge of male character.

Linda Sue's customers are mostly blue collar family men. They
come in, drink coffee, read the paper, order breakfast and make
a little small talk with Linda Sue and the other waitress staff.
The one and two dollar tips they leave Linda Sue are appreciated.
Sometimes on Fridays a large group will sit at one table, and
Linda Sue may make as much as $20 in tips for the table.

Once a year the ham radio hamfest comes to town, says Linda
Sue. They demand endless cups of coffee, dump more food on
the floor than they do in their fat bellies and expect instant
service, while making lewd remarks to me, says Linda Sue.
The table is filled with their expensive little toy radios and palm
computers. They brag endlessly what important jobs they have,
how many people work for them and how many college degrees
they have.

"If only their tipping habits were as big as their inflated egos,"
said Linda Sue. When they leave, I am lucky if I find a few pennies
and dimes left among all the trash. Their body odor lingers for
hours after they're gone.

"Hams are smelly cheap braggarts," says Linda Sue.

And then it gets even worse, the cbers from the keydown come in.

"Alan Jatowski" wrote in message ...
Linda Sue Williams, 41, is a waitress at Miss Valinda's Country
Kitchen. After waitressing for over 20 years, she is somewhat
a judge of male character.

Linda Sue's customers are mostly blue collar family men. They
come in, drink coffee, read the paper, order breakfast and make
a little small talk with Linda Sue and the other waitress staff.
The one and two dollar tips they leave Linda Sue are appreciated.
Sometimes on Fridays a large group will sit at one table, and
Linda Sue may make as much as $20 in tips for the table.

Once a year the ham radio hamfest comes to town, says Linda
Sue. They demand endless cups of coffee, dump more food on
the floor than they do in their fat bellies and expect instant
service, while making lewd remarks to me, says Linda Sue.
The table is filled with their expensive little toy radios and palm
computers. They brag endlessly what important jobs they have,
how many people work for them and how many college degrees
they have.

"If only their tipping habits were as big as their inflated egos,"
said Linda Sue. When they leave, I am lucky if I find a few pennies
and dimes left among all the trash. Their body odor lingers for
hours after they're gone.

"Hams are smelly cheap braggarts," says Linda Sue.


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"Alan Jatowski" wrote in message
"Hams are smelly cheap braggarts," says Linda Sue.

NaNa NaNa Boo Boo. I smell a troll.



(This same tripe appears on some of the chicken band groups. Anybody can
stereotype anyone. Don't get me
started on them thar fellers that live in them drafty ole
house trailers and drive them thar pukey green Pontiacs
with the twin "whup-whips" 4 feet apart--you know; the
ones that go down the road going "fooomp-foomp-fooomp' on 4-5 cylinders and
smokin' out all the 'skeeters'. Five miles to the quart [oil].)

Try THAT on for size Mr. Jatowski.

"JJ" wrote in message
...

And then it gets even worse, the cbers from the keydown come in.


...............driving rusted out Suburbans with them thar
huge "coily" antenners thar.


They are just jealous of the Greyhound bus-sized motor
homes that frequent the hamfest. You know, doctors, lawyers, surgeons,
bankers and the like. LMAO!


J

"Brian" wrote in message


There are 0 records matching 'jatowski'.

Elementary, my good man. Chicken Banders don't HAVE a data base! LOL!


J

Of course hams tip.

All you have to do to get a ham to tip
is to apply sufficient lateral force
above the ham's center of gravity.

This result is, of course, completely
and accurately predicted by
Fudd's First Law of Opposition:

"If you push something hard enough, it will fall over."

73 es HNY de Jim, N2EY

"N2EY" wrote in message
...
Of course hams tip.

All you have to do to get a ham to tip
is to apply sufficient lateral force
above the ham's center of gravity.

This result is, of course, completely
and accurately predicted by
Fudd's First Law of Opposition:

"If you push something hard enough, it will fall over."

73 es HNY de Jim, N2EY


LOL! Is "ham-tipping" anything like "cow tipping"?

73

Jerry

Alan Jatowski wrote:

Linda Sue Williams, 41, is a waitress at Miss Valinda's Country
Kitchen. After waitressing for over 20 years, she is somewhat
a judge of male character.

And certainly has paid off her student loan from Cornell by now. Maybe
she can buy that trailer that she's had to rent all this time with her
husband/cousin.

Change "Linda Sue" to " Mary Ann", and the poster from "Alan Jatowski" to
"Shovel Head" and you have a very old post. LOL

"Alan Jatowski" wrote in message
...
Linda Sue Williams, 41, is a waitress at Miss Valinda's Country
Kitchen. After waitressing for over 20 years, she is somewhat
a judge of male character.

Linda Sue's customers are mostly blue collar family men. They
come in, drink coffee, read the paper, order breakfast and make
a little small talk with Linda Sue and the other waitress staff.
The one and two dollar tips they leave Linda Sue are appreciated.
Sometimes on Fridays a large group will sit at one table, and
Linda Sue may make as much as $20 in tips for the table.

Once a year the ham radio hamfest comes to town, says Linda
Sue. They demand endless cups of coffee, dump more food on
the floor than they do in their fat bellies and expect instant
service, while making lewd remarks to me, says Linda Sue.
The table is filled with their expensive little toy radios and palm
computers. They brag endlessly what important jobs they have,
how many people work for them and how many college degrees
they have.

"If only their tipping habits were as big as their inflated egos,"
said Linda Sue. When they leave, I am lucky if I find a few pennies
and dimes left among all the trash. Their body odor lingers for
hours after they're gone.

"Hams are smelly cheap braggarts," says Linda Sue.






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Alan Jatowski wrote:

Their body odor lingers for
hours after they're gone.



It's not just old hams, many old non-hams are stinky too.
I don't know why many people from the WW2 generation
don't shower every day.