Fortune favors the brave…
This week I feel I have generated more questions than I have really managed to find answers for. The crash barriers have been removed at the turning at the bottom of the hill that I drive down every morning. I can see, I suppose the logic behind this, in that they were costing a lot of money, and time to repair in a regular basis. A LOT of people seemed to drive into them. I agree that removing them has solved this issue. I’m just not sure that removing crash barriers that are obviously well used is the safest option.
Another question for the week, and one that I do actually have an answer to, is when should you leave a restaurant without paying the bill? Answer, when the fire trucks arrive. I was really hungry this afternoon and actually quite looking forward to meal. I had chosen what I wanted, chicken dippers and fries (one day I will grow up and stop ordering off the kid’s menu) and the bread had just been placed on the table- incidentally, it was very good, when a sharp beeping sound pierced the air. Smoke was starting to fill the air, surprisingly quickly, and staff were opening doors and escorting customers to the parking lot. All in all four fire trucks turned up, and I have to say while I’m sure they are great at their job I feel a little let down on the phwoar front, as they had full kit on. You’d have thought there would be some perks to ordering dinner in a restaurant that was burning down! Ahh, yes there was. I got the three sips of diet coke and the corner of bread I’d eaten for free! Mental note to self, next time take food off tables as you pass. After a 20 minute wait in the freezing cold, no exaggeration it was 32F, I ended up at Wendy’s.
And my final question for the week- when is a year not a year? I know I started out in July thinking it would be a year in Vancouver- hence the title of my blog, but things change and now I find myself Boston bound, so next week will be the last Vancouver entry and then a quick name change and possibly a face list will find me blogging about Boston in January. I have to say, I have had a great time here, and there are loads of things I will miss- not least the drive to work each morning, which has amazing scenery. I have tried to photograph some of it, but not being great at driving or photography you can only guess what a disaster they are together. I will try to squeeze as much as possible into the time I have left, and then I’ll say the same as I did about the USA, I will have to come back. I really have enjoyed it here…
This week I feel I have generated more questions than I have really managed to find answers for. The crash barriers have been removed at the turning at the bottom of the hill that I drive down every morning. I can see, I suppose the logic behind this, in that they were costing a lot of money, and time to repair in a regular basis. A LOT of people seemed to drive into them. I agree that removing them has solved this issue. I’m just not sure that removing crash barriers that are obviously well used is the safest option.
Another question for the week, and one that I do actually have an answer to, is when should you leave a restaurant without paying the bill? Answer, when the fire trucks arrive. I was really hungry this afternoon and actually quite looking forward to meal. I had chosen what I wanted, chicken dippers and fries (one day I will grow up and stop ordering off the kid’s menu) and the bread had just been placed on the table- incidentally, it was very good, when a sharp beeping sound pierced the air. Smoke was starting to fill the air, surprisingly quickly, and staff were opening doors and escorting customers to the parking lot. All in all four fire trucks turned up, and I have to say while I’m sure they are great at their job I feel a little let down on the phwoar front, as they had full kit on. You’d have thought there would be some perks to ordering dinner in a restaurant that was burning down! Ahh, yes there was. I got the three sips of diet coke and the corner of bread I’d eaten for free! Mental note to self, next time take food off tables as you pass. After a 20 minute wait in the freezing cold, no exaggeration it was 32F, I ended up at Wendy’s.
And my final question for the week- when is a year not a year? I know I started out in July thinking it would be a year in Vancouver- hence the title of my blog, but things change and now I find myself Boston bound, so next week will be the last Vancouver entry and then a quick name change and possibly a face list will find me blogging about Boston in January. I have to say, I have had a great time here, and there are loads of things I will miss- not least the drive to work each morning, which has amazing scenery. I have tried to photograph some of it, but not being great at driving or photography you can only guess what a disaster they are together. I will try to squeeze as much as possible into the time I have left, and then I’ll say the same as I did about the USA, I will have to come back. I really have enjoyed it here…
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