I've quit sending thing to Readers Digest. The last one was a couple of years back and it was an original story that took place where I work. Kat will enjoy it.

We had working with us in our shop a true Native American, born and raised on a reservation in N Dakota. His nickname was Howdy, since that was how he greeted everyone. He smoked cigarettes and had the habit of putting them out in the trash cans. In our shop our trash barrels are 55 gallon drums. One day he disposed of a cigarette which was not completely extinquished, and after a while a fairly good sized column of smoke arose from the can. As we were laying a hose over to the can to put the fire out our boss came through and asked what had happened. We told him Howdy had been sending smoke signals. His reply, without missing a beat, 'Tell him next time to use the phone like everybody else'