I found this in my old sent email. Thought I might repost it here.
The other day I picked up my dog eared copy of Will Cuppy’s “How
To Tell Your Friends From The Apes” because sometimes I need a quick
refresher course so I can sort out my neighbors. Then I got to
thinking about us as Model Railroaders and that for some folks it
might be hard to tell the difference.
To the uninitiated observer watching a bunch of Model Railroaders
in a hobby shop full of trains is just like watching a bunch of
monkeys going ballistic in a cage full of fruit. Seeing a large group
of Model Railroaders at a train show is like watching an enormous
frenzied concentration of chimps in the wild. A Model Railroader will
snatch up and purchase a coveted item then go off buy himself and
look at it quizzically exactly like a baboon will do when he finds a
pretty rock. If one did not notice the money exchange hands how could
he tell the Model Railroader from the baboon? So from my own
experience and observations here are some ways people can tell us
from the apes.
When a Model Railroader is dangling from the ceiling just like an
ape from his cage it is not because he is an ape, it is because his
step ladder fell over while he was installing his valance.
When something hits a monkey on the head from above the monkey is
frightened and confused. The Model Railroader knows that it was the
light fixture he thought was secure on both ends.
When he smells something burning an ape will screech and run away.
When a Model Railroader smells something burning he will screech but
knows he just fried his favorite locomotive.
While taking a break for a beverage and a snack an ape will sit
down and indulge himself blissfully with a stupid look on his face.
The Model Railroader does exactly the same thing but he usually has
his pan
Bruce that is too much. If you thought all that up you are a great student of the behavior of us lower life forms. By the way my wife uses a cattle prod as she has broken all the fly swatters and a couple of fence posts.
My wife sends our kids down to get me. If I don’t respond to them immediatly, they start rearranging things on my layout and bumping into me while I am painting.
The flyswatter was resorted to after showing up in the train room clad in nothing but high heels didn’t work. The female of the species adapts more quickly than the male!!