Ye shall receive!

"we got next"

That's how you call "next" on the basketball courts. Its a statement... we're here.. and we're taking on the winners.. that's just the way it is... you play ... "for the courts"..

well maybe not "For the Courts", American History X style.....although that was on my to-do list.. to go play in compton.. "For the Courts" :)

But it used to be different. When you went to the courts behind the middle school.. you just walked in and said.. "hey guys.. can I play?" as simple as that.. Ask. "Can.. I ... Play".

if they were smartasses, they'd say.. "Well, can you?"..and then you showed em... of course if you were me.. you'd grin.. cuz you knew you wouldn't show em... but you'd still ask... "So what team am i on!"

but as we grow up.. we forget about the beauty of asking...and instead worry about the possible response... but if you don't ask for something.. you're no worse off than where you were before you started...

When i was a youngun... (yeah, many many many moons ago).. and flew on airlines as a minor..I'd get toys... and chocolate.. yeah.. mini airplanes, toy cars, swiss chocolate galore... it was fun to fly as a youngun.

But then I turned "older than a youngun".. and suddenly.. no pre-meal napkins.. no clock airplanes..no swiss chocolate. and so I endured the gruesome journey, over the Atlantic.. with the grumpiness of a baby that had thrown all his toys out of the pram... except that I never got em to begin with!

So at the next layover.. I asked the kind lady at the frequent flyer desk... "Can I get the toys Unaccompanied Minors get?"... The lady smiled. I then proceeded to the McDonalds, to begin my assault on the European version of the Big Mac (even back then, Big was a very generous term to use!).

As I walked into the plane to begin my next leg, a voice behind me goes.. "Is that you, Mr. Canuck Junior?".. I sure is, I beamed.. and then she went into the pantry (or the galley, or whatever they call them on an aircraft) and came out with a huge bag marked with my name on it... and there it was.. I had my mini airplanes.. and my toy cars... and enough swiss chocolates for my dentist to have a coronary!

All I did was ask.

So the next time you're in Vegas and you want some of those mini-jam and ketchup bottles for your own selection... Will you remember to ask?

The next time you get pulled over, and want the cop to let you off with a warning considering your clean record.. (and the fact that you're canadian!)... Will you remember to ask?

The next time you're a point away from making the next grade in your class, and that would be the difference between a scholarship or not... .. Will you remember to ask?

The next time you bartend at a party, and a heavenly beauty walks in for a drink...will you remember...
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to ask?

-The Canuck Engineer