At 7am this morning the co-pilot was ready to hit the road. The no cable thing does matter even thought he says it doesn’t. I truly do not understand why he does not like music. He says he can’t see the TV and just listens to it … but he hates to listen to music. So we blew out of Albuquerque, NM at 9am and arrived in Flagstaff, AZ at 12:30pm … thanks to the one hour we gained.
Along the way it was question day again … this time he asked what every other billboard said (no exaggeration). So I started to read out load every billboard that we passed. After about twenty he said enough … they were the same over and over again.
We made one co-pilot stop, the last one of this trip. He picked up some trader patches, nothing for the collection. He asked for a good local place to eat … she recommended a local diner called “Mason Jar”. We cruised on over for lunch and the place was being painted inside but they were still open. The tables had that fine dried paint dust all over them but it did not stop us. Across from us were three Hopi Indians getting totally native. The drunker they got the louder they became and the co-pilot was casting them his evil your bugging me glare. Not that anyone would understand his look; he looks like he is having a stroke with a twitching eye. On the way out I bought them another round.
The Hopi told me a joke that I do not understand … can anyone help me out here?
“What do you call a native with no lips?” … “A pointer.”
Okay … anyone?
We headed over to the RV Park and I am pretty sure this is the last KOA I plan to say at. It was $50 bucks for a patch of uneven dirt, 30amp service, water, sewer and cable. I think it is time to get one of those big thick Good Sam guides with all their parks. Just hate paying for the “extra” frills at the KOA that we never use.
We got all setup and I took Chops for a walk. We returned to the RV and watched some TV. Chopper started to freak out so I took him out for another walk. Walk, walk, walk and nothing not even a pee. We return to the RV and Chopper starts freaking out again. I am figuring he has to poop but he is a prima donna about pooping on a leash.
Okay I found this at http://www.arigonstarr.com/Diva/dox/news4_2003.html. The third bullet is what I am refering to.
You could be Indian if…….
-You could be Indian if someone at a picnic yells “Hey, you with the blanket, over here” and you think it’s an invitation for romance.
-You could be Indian if you put a “Free Peltier” sticker on your truck, and the FBI wiretaps your house.
-You could be Indian if someone inadvertently points out directions with his lips and you know exactly where he is talking about.
Yeah, I figured I was just stupid but no one that I tell understands the joke. A life mystery …
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Hmm don’t get it either but Googled it and someone else told the same joke but I don’t see an explanation. http://bit.ly/bz0EB4
Don’t quite get the “joke” either.. but I do know that amongst at least some groups of Native Americans it is considered wrong to point at anyone or anything – it has something to do with affecting the energy. So..as a result, they “point” with their lips (or chin). I’m guessing the joke somehow relates to this. Maybe you had to be drunk to appreciate it!?
But let us know if you figure it out!