Shaquapa,
(OK, I finally give up -- what the heck is a "shaquapa", anyway? Tell me the secret of your handle and I'll tell you mine.) :o)
Thank you for the quick feedback on bingo "routes". Now it makes perfect sense. I should think less in the telephony world and more in the days of the milkman making his morning run. Digression: I was a little guy, but what wonderful, innocent days they were. First the milkman would deliver his goods in ice cold, bowling-pin-shaped quart bottles, then the bakery would deliver bread. I can still remember the warm, sweet smell of that bread truck filled with fresh breads, sticky buns, pies and such -- all baked that very morning. There can't be many things in this world which smell so rich and delicious. I guess those days are gone forever, huh?
And I certainly DID forget to slam tgs59 in that post. Must have lost my head for a minute, so here goes:
Tgs59 is a no-good, half witted dufus who don't know squat about nuthin'. And I'll bet he dresses funny, too.
Great. I feel better now. :o)
Best Regards,
Hardrocker
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