I went to Dairy Queen last week immediately after church, to enjoy my favorite dessert and to write a letter to a friend the old fashioned way, using pen and paper. While I was sitting there, about ten Native Americans walked in with battery operated hand fans, and together they repeatedly blew the paper off my table while I was trying to write. I was so angry that I hired a lawyer, and I am going to sue Sioux, for not keeping my stationery stationary, when I had a sundae Sunday.
