Get back in your own lane
Each morning, my bus travels uphill and around a gentle curve for the final kilometer before reaching the city centre. Three lanes of traffic; two for the gang that travel solo in their chariots and one for the crowd (bus, 3 to a car, etc). Exception to note; for the last few weeks there has been a certain disregard for the “reserved lane”, which slows everything down. Until this morning.
There were no extra cars in the bus lane. The special cases (in their own minds, at least) had been replaced by two motorcycles, replete with coloured lights, and we made proper time. Funny how a little show and tell by the authorities convinced those specials to return to the general lanes. Now, there’s a small detail about which police force actually has ticketing authority, but if the parade can continue, I’ll be pleased.
This was day two of “the crate and the dog”. Better fastening on our part, just as much soil on his. He managed to bend the door inwards. I’ll have to do some searching on how that might have worked. Clearly, we’re running out of options. With it, the realization is strengthening that maybe this dog doesn’t belong in our family unit.
The corruption inquiry in Montreal gets more and more interesting each day. Video of meet and greet sessions, where large wads of cash seemed to be a part of the greet section. Open accusations of mafia influence. Nobody killed yet, but the sessions are just starting. I wouldn’t want to be involved, for love nor money.
