Bainwarble Clubs It Up

           Now that Siobhan has returned home, Bainwarble has taken to clubbing on his days off. He joined the Dull Men’s Club. Each member has to have an invigorating hobby. Bainwarble chose collecting photographs of “Do Not Enter” signs. The Club meets daily, so he has a horrible attendance record. On one absent day, he was named President of the stateside Roundabout Appreciation Society, but he doesn’t mind. It complements his photo collecting activity nicely.

His only complaint was that he therefore had to buy a car. He of course chose the smallest one he could find, a stunning if somewhat tired yellow Yugo. He had to cut a hole in the roof (for headroom) which he covered with a flaming red stock pot, weatherstripped and screwed neatly into place. Now, whenever he drives around it looks like his head is on fire.

“I can’t imagine how anybody thinks this whole thing qualifies as dull,” I told my wife, Ducky Bumps. “He’ll be on Dancing with the Stars next!”

           Ducky Bumps’ only comment was, “I would have thought pictures of jet engine exhaust might be more exciting!”

          We learned of his first moving violation ticket, issued for entering a roundabout in the wrong direction. He confided that he had talked his way out of several others by showing his British motoring license. He also told us it was the only way to get really good pictures of those “Do Not Enter” signs.

          “The things we do for our hobbies,” I remarked.