What's So Funny?
Russell Gayer, author speaker
Oh, Deer!
I’m not one to complain about federal employees, but how hard could it be to put letters in the right mailbox? The name and address is printed right there on the front. It seems easy enough when they’re marked Current Resident, Any Street, USA.
But if you’re expecting a check or an acceptance letter from a New York publisher (like that’s gonna happen), the Las Vegas odds are five to three it will be delivered to wrong address. This probably explains why I haven’t heard back from Hollywood concerning the movie rights to One Idiot Short of a Village.
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“I’ll be happy to process your claim,” said Steve. “Could you give me some details of the accident?”
“We were driving along, a good two miles from the nearest designated deer-crossing, when this brown-haired bimbo chose to disregard the law and dart in front of our car. Then, before anyone could question her, she fled the scene of the accident.
“Connie and I talked about it later and figured Ms. Jane Doe ran away because she didn’t have liability insurance. Sadly, our highways are overrun with uninsured wildlife, Steve.”
“Yes, I suppose so.” Steve bit his lower lip and nodded.
*an excerpt from Saving Hollywood
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Ha Ha! You know… when my sister was quite young, she asked our dad how the deer knew to cross at the signs…
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Ironically, there are some adults out there who still ask the same question.
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I can imagine…
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Deerly departed…we gather today to remember Bambi. She was light of foot and still people fawned all over her. She really will be missed. Even if Buck thinks she was a cloven-hoofed dame who had it coming.
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HA! I think she was so distraught she was trying to commit suicide. Probably way over her head in credit card debt too.
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Mrs Jane Doe, or a very close relative, is currently eating the tops of all the plants on my vegetable patch. She’d better have some kind of insurance if I catch her. Sorry about your mail problems – you probably didn’t get that cheque I sent you…
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One of Ms. Doe’s relatives also thinks Connie’s flower beds are personal salad bars. This does not bode well for Ms. Doe’s health.
No, I haven’t seen the cheque from you, nor the monthly payment from Perry Block for promotion services. Can’t blame that on the post office on that one though. I think the guy’s trying to stiff me.
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Heh…Ms. Jane the Doe, the Bimbo…quite a strange tale. But, it works. Well done, sir!
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That you, Miles. I’m glad you enjoyed it and thanks for dropping by.
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The poor Deer.
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If she would have just crossed at the signs, the accident could have been avoided, Iain.
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Haha. This story reminded me of a time a deer hit my sister’s vehicle. Seriously, it ran into the side of it just in front of the driver’s door. Needless to say, that deer didn’t stop to exchange insurance information either. Great story, Russell!
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It doesn’t surprise me a bit, Mandie. The one who didn’t run off tried to make some lame excuse like, “My insurance card is in my other purse.” Sure sister. Who’s she trying to fool.
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Hahaha
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That exact same thing happened to us one dark and rainy night in the UP! Far far from cell phone service, I might add. The side mirror hit it and folded, shattering the driver’s window, which showered glass all over the back seat, where we’d foolishly stored our luggage. 😦
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Oh my! The deer tore off the side mirror on my sister’s vehicle and left a big dent, but luckily it didn’t break her window.
I can’t believe that deer left you with such a mess to clean up!
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We stopped at the next town and found a motel, hauled our suitcases in, and left glass beads on their carpet. 😦 But we left the deer in worse straits. I made the mistake of looking back. O, dear Lord, for a rifle and the know-how to use it! We haven’t travelled after dark often since that night — and then sit on pins & needles.
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One of my co-workers hit a deer near Cherokee Iowa while on a business trip. The deer’s back was broken, and it would have suffered a slow, agonizing death. Being a modern day gladiator, he took out his pocket knife and cut its throat. Grizzly, I know, but merciful.
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Yeah. We were so stunned, but had nothing to use anyway and neither of us are “gladiator” material.
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I love your quirky sense of humor 🙂
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Thank you, Linda. I appreciate your frequent visits.
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Dear Marlin Perkins,
Is Miss Jane Doe any relation to Doe Bridges? Perhaps she’s married to Buck Rodgers. Thoughts to punder. I had one of her relatives run out in front of my Cruz a couple of years ago while I was on my way to work. It was a rainy morning and I was conversing with Cuzzin Kent on my bluetooth. Dese and Doe’s are so inconsiderate. If that wasn’t enough, Ms. Doe ran off…no insurance there either. Such is the nature of things. Good luck with USPS. Their policy is hire those who’ve graduated at the bottom of the remedial class.
Shalom,
Octavia Preminger WF
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Dear Octavia Preminger WF,
The last statistic I saw stated 200 people per year die in deer related accidents, which didn’t include the grandmas who were run over by reindeer on Christmas Eve. If the incident involves a motorcycle, it’s almost always fatal for the driver.
One way to get the deer off the road would be for the USPS to hire some as mail carriers. Surely they could do as good a job of getting the mail in the right box as the people now assigned to that duty. Plus, they would have auto insurance. It’s a win/win.
Consider that for your next painting,
Marlin Perkins
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My own deer story happened on 150 on the way to Warrensburg. Ol’ Dasher just jumped right over my car at fifty miles and hour. Impressive. I’d like to see what your take on another situation would be. Each time we go to OWL, it’s always the same thing … armadillos!
Yes, I remember Octavia’s accident, too. I about had an accident myself and I wasn’t even driving!
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Armadillos are just naturally suicidal. For some reason, many of them have low self-esteem and just can’t seem to cope with a mundane life of eating grubs and mealy bugs. There are two armadillo stories in my forthcoming book that I think you will enjoy.
There have been a few times when I’ve nearly marked my laundry while riding as a passenger too. I won’t ride with either of my adult children behind the wheel. They scare the crap out of me.
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Why am I not surprised …? 😀
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Just to the north of the Land of Armadillos the roads are littered with Possums. Once at a museum, my middle son gazed upon the stuffed possums on display and asked where the tire tracks were.
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That was a legitimate question on your son’s part.
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Good tale. Sympathies to your car, though I’m glad to hear Ms Jane Doe could run away after. I hate messy casualties.
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Me too. The damage was minimal, and we got flown to Hollywood to make testimonial commercial for the insurance company. It was an amazing turn of events.
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Flown to Hollywood! All we got was an “air-conditioned” ride home. Thankfully the car wasn’t too damaged to drive and it didn’t rain after that night.
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Oh, I must tell you our post office story before I go. Hubby ordered a book from Amazon, shipped from the SE US. When it got to Delisle, Sask, CANADA, there was a British Postal Service sticker on it. Huh??? Hubby carefully peeled that off and underneath was a ‘La Poste–Paris” sticker on it.
Whoever down there processed it, not knowing where Canada is, sent it to France. The postal service there recognized it as an English address, so sent it to England. Thankfully someone there knew where Canada is. 😉
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Wow, talk about going around the world to get across the street. It must have been a travel book. 🙂
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Ha! Well no, but not for lack of trying. 🙂
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Russell, you are absolutely astounding. Love all your story above! You make-a-me-laugh-a! Can’t stop laughing. Jeepers creepers – She does not ha ha have insurance!
Nan (ha ha ha ha)
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That’s why our premiums are so high, Nan. Damned uninsured wildlife.
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Hit and run; no wonder she couldn’t get insurance! Probably too many accidents. 🙂
It’s amazing how the bills always arrive promptly in the mail box!
Hilarious as always! 😀
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Will her past history, she definitely fell into the high-risk category. I’m sure her premiums would have been outrageous, especially if she went with Mutual of Omaha.
Not only do I get my bills, the neighbor’s debts land in my box too.
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No, those checks have been coming to me. It was quite a mistake sending them five states away and to a Jew instead of you but I hadn’t the heart to correct them. By the way, I’m moving to Beverly Hills later in the month. I’ll send you my new address
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My address is Fayetteville, Arkansas you idiot NOT Fayetteville, North Carolina. Here I’ve been working my ass off to make you famous and you’re sending my paychecks to some Jew who works as a paper shredder at a janitorial college. Geez, is that how you treat your friends?
And don’t try to con me with this Beverly Hills story. Next, you’ll be telling me you’re moving in next door to Milburn Drysdale and that you’re dating Jane Hathaway.
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I wonder if the insurance guy was convinced. If it was me, I would be puzzled whether he to report him for lying or murder!
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They don’t mind a little embellishment and mystery. It makes for good TV ads.
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😊😊😊
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i thought they are covered by hartford insurance. 🙂
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Ha! How ironic. I’m covered by the Hartford.
That’s the company that flew us to Hollywood to film the commercial after we hit a deer.
Maybe Jane Doe, dropped her coverage and they were trying to get even.
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Greetings from the dark side. Literate deer, knowing insurance agents, telling road signs…all foreign to me these days. I’ve missed the hilarity. Thanks for the laugh.
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I’m glad you found your way back. Just like Motel 6, “we’ll leave the (light side) light on for you.”
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Oh deer, cannot read signs. Obviously lacking in the doe to attend higher education?
It made me smile, mostly, because I tried very hard not to think about the deer. 🙂
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We went back and looked for her, but she was long gone. Probably didn’t have the doe to pay the fine for no insurance.
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lol…ha!
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Hehe, funny story and intro. I’m glad Jane Doe was able to leave though, those blood stains are so hard to get off.
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We found no blood. It was a glancing blow, but those plastic grills in cars these days can’t take much of a beating. The damage totalled a litlle over $2,000. I’m glad WE had insurance.
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Darn varmints, if they just followed the rules like the rest of us the whole world would be a better place. I blame the government, they’re too soft on ’em.
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Exactly. Damn jaywalkers.
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Lock ’em up.
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or make ’em do 80 hours of community service. I can just see them wearing orange vests, picking up trash on the side of the road.
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Perfect name for the deer! I have a couple of dents in my car from deer. Fortunately both times that was all that was hurt. Now I know why they run off like that though, thanks 😉
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See, not only do I offer entertainment, but education as well.
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LOL
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I can’t wait to see the whole movie. I’m sure the letter will be re-directed and reach you soon. 🙂
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Me too. Next time I’m going to demand they send the letter in a FedEx envelope. I’ve got more confidence in them.
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