Fly Trapped in a Jar
It's gorgeous outside but my toes are freezing indoors with the window open. It's spring jacket weather. These are special times. I'm beginning to think that I just wasn't meant to understand Chapters 5 and 6 of Legal Fundamentals for Canadian Business. I've tried all week to pay some kind of mind to either the book or the related slides, and I just can't process. It's confusing and boring, and really rather useless to whatever it is I'll go into, seeing as I doubt I'll be committing any torts anytime in my career.
And I don't have much time this weekend to pay attention to it, either. Presentation on Monday and test on Monday = I will focus on the presentation which actually does relate to my program somewhat.
No good stories about the bus today (this isn't the bleedin'... bus blog... oh wait, there actually is a busblog, I forgot). Except that the bus was really late and I called them and then they sent one, because someone apparently forgot about that route being a thing today.
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Here's another bus story for you. This time, however, it is a Casino Rama shuttle bus.
Us Rama employees don't get to park right at the casino. We have to park at a parking lot about 10 minutes away, then get shuttled to work. On cold nights the bus drivers will often leave the buses idling at the lot when they to go in to speak to the dispatcher in between pick ups. (I know. Casino Rama doesn't recycle either. True story.)
One night, some nut stole one of the idling buses (after torching a car parked at the lot, no less). The dispatcher radioed the bus asking it's whereabouts and the guy responded! He told the dispatcher that he was on his way to Shoppers to get a prescription filled. The cops were alerted and sent a couple of cars to Shoppers in case the bus showed up. Sure enough, a few minutes later the bus pulled in to the Shoppers parking lot where the driver was promptly arrested.
Yeah, I just blog in your comments section now.
Hahahahah. I'm really happy about that story.
And Shoppers doesn't recycle either. We might as well leave our delivery trucks idling in the parking lot, making sure to park the exhaust right over top of a crying baby.
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