Wayne D's Blog

On the way home from work a few weeks ago I saw two scary cell phone people.  I saw one man talking on his cell phone while at the same time reading some papers while we both drove slowly around the fire truck that had been called at an accident that had probably been caused by someone else talking on a cell phone.  A little later I saw a guy in a cement truck making a left turn while carrying on a conversation on his cell phone.


I decide to make a trip back to the King Henry's arm one recent night as I continue my quest for a pub I can call my own.  As I walked from the parking lot to inside I noticed that it seemed a bit foggy.  A few minutes later a fire truck pulled into the parking lot and drove slowly around, finally stopping at the far end of the lot where the former Canadian Tire store was located.  Not too much later a police car pulled into the lot, the officer got out and asked us that cliched question "Where's the fire?"  Next to arrive was the police helicopter, spotlight ablaze, I assumed they to were trying to find where the smoke was coming from.


I soon lost interest in hanging around the parking lot and returned to my beer.  I never did find out what happened,  within half an hour they had all left.