Newspaper
Newspaper
A publication, usually issued daily or weekly, containing current news, editorials, feature articles, and usually advertising.
Yesterday evening, around 6:27 p.m., we left for a cheap show. "March of the Penguins" to be exact (it was sold out, so we still have yet to see it). On the way, along a busier strip, I could see that there was some sort of excitement up ahead. My eyes aren't equipped with the best prescription, so at first all I saw was a little flicker of orange beside a truck in the middle of the road. The truck looked like a postal vehicle. As I got closer, I soon understood what my eyes were trying to piece together... A small truck was kinda-sorta pulled over to the side of the road, the driver had his door wide open and he was literally chucking stacks of fire out onto the pavement. He was the driver of a newspaper truck. Somehow a fire must have started and all of his newspaper stacks were catching on fire. As horrid as this was - it was a little funny at the same time. I had never seen anything like this before! The driver jumped out from his side of the truck (traffic's side) and ran to the other side, flinging open the door and frantically hurling burning newspapers from his truck. We followed traffic and passed this poor site. As I watched in my rear-view mirror, the truck got smaller and smaller, but the outline of orange continued to grow and surround him. I didn't see any remnants of this mini-disaster on the way home, so I'm assuming that he was able to salvage his vehicle - his job is perhaps another story.
This adventure made it to the top of my list for "exciting weekend endeavors". I am sure that the next time I read the newspaper I will have no choice but to offer out a sigh to the mystery fire-throwing man. Oh dear...
"Some newspapers are fit only to line the bottom of bird cages."
- Spiro T. Agnew
A publication, usually issued daily or weekly, containing current news, editorials, feature articles, and usually advertising.
Yesterday evening, around 6:27 p.m., we left for a cheap show. "March of the Penguins" to be exact (it was sold out, so we still have yet to see it). On the way, along a busier strip, I could see that there was some sort of excitement up ahead. My eyes aren't equipped with the best prescription, so at first all I saw was a little flicker of orange beside a truck in the middle of the road. The truck looked like a postal vehicle. As I got closer, I soon understood what my eyes were trying to piece together... A small truck was kinda-sorta pulled over to the side of the road, the driver had his door wide open and he was literally chucking stacks of fire out onto the pavement. He was the driver of a newspaper truck. Somehow a fire must have started and all of his newspaper stacks were catching on fire. As horrid as this was - it was a little funny at the same time. I had never seen anything like this before! The driver jumped out from his side of the truck (traffic's side) and ran to the other side, flinging open the door and frantically hurling burning newspapers from his truck. We followed traffic and passed this poor site. As I watched in my rear-view mirror, the truck got smaller and smaller, but the outline of orange continued to grow and surround him. I didn't see any remnants of this mini-disaster on the way home, so I'm assuming that he was able to salvage his vehicle - his job is perhaps another story.
This adventure made it to the top of my list for "exciting weekend endeavors". I am sure that the next time I read the newspaper I will have no choice but to offer out a sigh to the mystery fire-throwing man. Oh dear...
"Some newspapers are fit only to line the bottom of bird cages."
- Spiro T. Agnew
posted by Karyn at 4:58 PM
3 Comments:
ok that SO is going in the movie!!!!
Haha....good old winnipeg....
Wherever Karyn goes, craziness follows.
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