I'm having some work done tonite at the house, went to get some beer for the guys.....anyways, it's dark and i make a left turn to go to the beer store. Well it's kinda a blind corner and when I turn there is a fire truck with lites flashing coming towards me. It's 2 lanes and thats it, traffic in the other lane is stopped for the lite, I pull the wagon up on the kirb and stop so the truck can get through. Now the fire truck is almost at me when some moron in a mustang goes to pass me, it was so close the fire truck blasting the train horn had to come to a comlete stop FAST so moron could get by. Fire truck then leaves and mustang just kept driving....... Then apx 100 feet'ish infront of me the oncoming car turned infront of mustang moron blocking the road with blue and red flashing lites I'm still parked on ther kirb! There was no "can I see licience please?"...it ws loud and clear from the officer who jumped out the passenger door.......TURN THE CAR OFF NOW!.....GET OUT OF THE CAR NOW!!!!:2_thumbs_up_-_anima I figured the road would be closed for abit, watched the moron get put in the police car, more police showed up, soooo I turned around and bout the guys warm beer from the jar store
I love it when that happens - like some speed demon passing me at 90 mph on the highway, only to see him again on the shoulder 10 miles ahead being talked to by the State Police. 'Course it's all relative. George Carlin (RIP) always said, "Anybody driving slower than you do is a complete idiot, and anybody that drives faster than you do is a maniac."
Beer store, private owned.....(jar)liquor store, goverment owned. But as for "Jar Store"... I may be rusty on the exlination but it has something to do with in the USA, the proabition days, and in Canada.....we just want some cheap booze You would go to a sort of speak eazy and iether after a few drinks or you just wanted to take some home,,,you would buy a jar of booze, it was just that a emty jar with a twist on lid. As a kid in northern Maniroba I remember my Dad and old Uncle saying "need to stop at the jar store"..... a moonshine farm., and after sitting in the truck for awhile they would come out in a better mood and would have a old mason jar that they would tuck behind the seat and then tell me..... "don't say nothing to Mom!" Odly enouph after moving to the coast, alot of people I met used the term....but they all has eastern back grounds.
