At Least It Wasn't A Coke Bottle From The Gods
It's raining Sanyo. (Hallelujah!)
No, really. When you're walking by a large apartment complex, one of the last things you really expect to hear is this loud crash not ten steps away from you. Even moreso, when you walk up to the source of this "crash!" you're really not expecting to see the remains of a functioning cordless phone splattered on the driveway.
Well...it was functioning before its unexpected plummet down 17 storeys.
Which brings us to
today's lesson: it's not necessarily a good idea to be talking over a cordless phone on your open balcony. When it comes to a battle of cordless phone versus gravity...gravity will always win.
And how do I know it feel 17 storeys, you ask? Perhaps I'm just exaggerating, and it only tumbled down 10 floors. Well, when the owner who had been using said phone moments before its sudden and fateful encounter with the driveway suddenly peers out from over his balcony and shouts, "It's mine! Could you bring it up here, please! I'm on the seventeenth floor!", I'm inclined to believe him.
Beyond that, the week's been alternating between rather quiet (and thusly relaxing) days, and what could only be described as "a pisser of a day, and now if you'll excuse me, my liver and I are about to commiserate the remainder of the evening."
Speaking of, I have to go procure some of my precious Malibu Rum before the LCBO workers go on strike and deny me the added flavouring in my Coke. But on the plus side, at least Mel's Coronitas can be acquired in any non-striking beer store!
(Oh, and for all you
Harry Potter fans out there...please pay no attention to Mel's lemonfic idea involving Hagrid, ferret-Draco, and Dumbledore's corpse. For the love of God,
please don't encourage her!!)
posted by Phillip at 4:36 PM
