I usually sleep to about 10:30-11:00, but today I had to get up about 8:30 because we had to be at a "surprise" breakfast buffet for a member of our Board of Directors who has retired from that onerous position. He's a guy with a prosthesis for one leg, and with whom I used to play golf. Apparently he rated this "party" because he did some Herculean work for our section during and after Hurricane Wilma. At the time I was most disappointed in his inability to stop the hurricane in the first place. Well, of course there was the usual food at the buffet; tiny bagels, cold scrambled eggs, greasy bacon, and strong coffee. I can't wait for our dinner tonite when I get to chomp on a turkey drumstick.
Rhoda and I sat at a table with three other couples, one of whom was on the "big" Board of Directors for the whole condominium in Huntington Lakes, not just our section. That gave me an opportunity to berate him for not relaxing the idiotic rule that no shorts could be worn in the clubhouse after 6 p.m. This has been the hottest summer I can recall in Florida, and at the very least, a resident ought to be able to wear shorts from July to November in the evening at the clubhouse whether or not they're playing cards, shooting pool, or playing ping pong. The no shorts rule is merely cosmetic and pretentious in order for residents "to look nice." In the humid evenings here, such a ban is not sensible. But when a group of guys get some power in power positions, then using that power in a manner not representative of the desires of their constituents is, of course, a putative practice a la George Bush and his cronies. Vote Democratic.
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The obvious idea is to create the Shorts Party, which will vote the anti-shorts people out of office at the next election. Meanwhile, non-violent protests can be organized (lots of shorts-wearing people overwhelm the Clubhouse at 6pm). Finally, there is no rule against short skirts, right? Why not wear a short skirt (with bathing trunks underneath?) as a loophole that they might not be pleased about. You can call it a kilt.
Sure! You have nice legs. Mine aren't.
Sorry. We can't vote the anti-shorts people out of office because no one else wants the job.
Plan B: You run for office on a pro-shorts platform. After victory, you change the rule at the first Board meeting. Then you resign, saying that you want to spend more time with your family.
Sure! You have nice legs. Mine aren't.
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