by Dogger Dan » Friday May 13, 2005 2:48 am
About two years ago I was driving in to work. If anyone looks at a map they will find Lucan is on the way to Grand Bend, which is summer resort town, from London. The Booze warehouse is in London and the booze gets consumed at the Bend so somehow it gets shipped, normally by transport truck.
Ok, so back to the drive into work, on my way, the fire department and police blew past me. As I got further down the road at a small intersection called Elginfield, a transport had gone off the road into a guys front yard which included a pond. Suffice it to say the load was dumped all over the yard and yes it was the booze going to the Bend. The police and Fire Dep. were there and I was abruptly discouraged from helping collect the bottles. When I suggested I would take them up to the Bend for them, the guns came out and I was encouraged to get on my way to work. It just shows to go ya that people in authority have no sense of humour
Any way I had noticed a corner of a box sticking its nose out of the pond and thought better to keep my mouth shut seeing everyone there with guns were already somewhat upset and believed they knew more than anyone else, truely a bad combination here.
On my way home from work that evening, I stopped to peruse the total damage and I mean it was huge, the booze was gone but this truck was still sprawled over the guys yard with some great big rents into the sod and chewed up ashphalt where the driveway used to be. The property owner was looking grim and we got into a conversation. Being who I am there are always a couple of pints in the trunk and as we were quaffing them, the owner was saying he didn't get a single bottle for all his trouble and efforts and that the truckers insurance was dinking him already over fixing the damage. I gazed into the filthy pond with 2 inch visability and I spied the corner of the box that I had seen that morning. Further investigation, some rolled up pants and a wet pair of shoes, netted us 10 bottles of rum. (2 didn't survive the crash).
Of course, we gave them back to the rightful owners, and no one ever wanted to do a flick about it either
Dogger
"Listening to someone who brews their own beer is like listening to a religous fanatic talk about the day he saw the light" Ross Murray, Montreal Gazette