Forget it, donut dealer
I continue to be amazed by the space available. Inside. Our car. Leave the passenger(s) at home, and you can put the oddest things into the area behind the driver’s seat.
Today, a boat. I had helped in the preparation, by finding assorted lengths of cord; in case you have to tie the doors and tailgate down… Turns out that the newest acquisition fit inside, no compromise required. We now have a water craft, parked handily beside the JD in the garage. Too windy for launching. In an unrelated event, we also need to fix the windscreen.
Meanwhile, other places prepare for the return of insufferable heat. In Quebec City, the funicular (go ahead, Google it, I’ll wait) got stuck halfway between here and there. The people inside the hot box (because with enough sun, that’s exactly what the compartments morph into) had to wait for “a very long time” while the staff figured out how to jiggle things back into motion. Not much fun, I’ll bet. When you check the Yelp reviews, there might be a sudden upturn in the down thumbs.
Canada is getting set to adjust the Food Guide, again. Our views on what and when to eat have evolved; now the nutrition-conscious want to remind us about how bad the good really is. Forget it, donut dealer. Your business plan now has a big hole where the heart used to be. Because the authorities have a hard time to actually ban food, they’ll tinker with the advertising content. As if a 30-second spot late at night will do anything other than send the starving over to the refrigerator for a session of self-testing.
