Have a nice day ma'am

My mother's friend, Carol Redmount, who is a very smart lady, once emailed my mother this story:

A couple goes on vacation to a fishing resort in northern Minnesota. The husband likes to fish at the crack of dawn. The wife likes to read. One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and continues to read her book. Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning Ma'am. What are you doing?"

"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking "isn't that obvious?")

"You're in a restricted fishing area," he informs her.

"I'm sorry officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading."

"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."

"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.

"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.

"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."

"Have a nice day ma'am," said the warden, and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.

I assume that, since you are here, you knew my mother, or at least knew of her. If so, then you know that winning an argument with my mother was near impossible, although Carol might have won a few.

Carol has just sent me a number of choice email exchanges she had with my mother, and I could not appreciate it more; it was as though she had returned a part of my mother to me. Please do not be stingy with stories about my mother.

Thank you most profusely, Carol.