Made a discovery last week on one of my ventures out of the office.
Ambling through a rainstorm isn’t a good idea.
Now that I’m back inside, shall we amble?
I was coming home from a friend’s place late Sunday evening when I saw a couple of people who apparently were out to commit suicide.
They were riding bikes, but had no helmets or other safety gear on. They were crossing 15th Avenue against the light, and they had no lights of any sort on their bikes.
I was within half a block of them before I saw them. And of course, if someone in a vehicle had hit them, people would have been up in arms about how motorists show no consideration for cyclists on the street.
Joe Morgan came up with an interesting turn of phrase during a baseball game on Sunday. The colour announcer said the shadows at the ballpark in Anaheim had “crept quickly” across home plate.
When I think of something creeping, speed is not something that comes to mind. I think I know what he meant, but the phrase threw me for a bit of a loop.
Prince George needs to get some consistency in its parking-lot signs. I almost saw an accident in the Parkwood lot, caused, I think, because of a lack of signage elsewhere.
There is a four-way stop near Zellers at Pine Centre, but it isn’t labelled as such. Most people handle it quite well when they realize it’s a four-way stop.
On the weekend, I saw a woman drive up to a stop sign in the Parkwood parking lot. She apparently didn’t realize it wasn’t a four-way stop, and started across the oncoming lanes, almost getting hit by another vehicle. I suspect she thought it was the same setup as at Pine Centre, and that she was the first person at a four-way stop.
It’s always nice to see professionalism at work. The broadcasters for the Atlanta Braves are more than professional when the Braves are winning, but when they’re losing, as they were in one televised game last week, that professionalism goes out the window.
Rather than do their job of describing the action on the field, the two announcers were chatting about almost anything except baseball and told at least one joke which was bordering on “dirty”.
In contrast, the Chicago White Sox were also getting beaten badly in a game being televised at the same time. The White Sox announcers, who may be some of the worst homers I have ever heard most of the time, stuck to talking about the action on the field, or at least topics relating to baseball, such as the upcoming trade deadline.
I couldn’t believe it when I was at UNBC for an announcement Friday morning. It wasn’t a really hot day, but it wasn’t snowing, which is a good sign in Prince George in July.
The seats for the announcement had been placed in the shade, and most of the people there were wearing long-sleeved shirts or coats, with some of them still complaining about the cold.
I was standing in the shaded area in a short-sleeved shirt, not feeling cold at all. My first thought was, “These people are all wimps.”
My second thought was something I have been told many times during my life: “No sense, no feeling.”