"Apples to Oranges"

My thoughts about religion. When I was in the fifth grade I came up with what I considered at the time to be a really great joke.  If I unzipped my pant zipper, reached my hand down into my pants and poked my thumb through, it would appear to the average student that it was my pecker. Funny, right? Well, my joke failed to reach what I had thought would be an epic level of comedy. I think I realized rather quickly, that maybe, performing this feat in front of the girls restroom during lunch break was a bad choice of venue. I tried in vain to compose myself, and BAM, I found myself being dragged into the principal's office by both lunch monitors in front of a large crowd of onlookers who were curious about the kid being hauled away with his hand in his pants.While sitting in the office waiting room, I decided to pray, "Please Mr. Jesus, get me outta this and I'll rewrite this horrible joke and or maybe never do it again." Well Jesus answered right away because my dad walked through the door right at that moment and looked right at me sitting there. "Hey dad! How' bout them Yankees?" SMACK! I figured right there this Jesus fellow had no sense of humor or he would have realized it was really my thumb. My point is this; just because a guy has a truck, trailer and a couple of mowers, doesn't make him a landscaper. Yet that is what Joe customer thinks, so when he calls us for a landscaping estimate and then calls a "Fly-by-Nighter", he is comparing apples to oranges. He, in his mind, sees us as the same. Man is he wrong! Good luck Joe customer! Call a real landscaper when you are serious about your landscape investment you idiot! In closing on this day Thursday, June 16, 2011, day before payday. Gophers 0, P.R Group 1 Good job guys. The Serial Landscaper