Monday, June 22, 2015

Stuck in a drain: Texting while walking


"Onlookers tried to help, but after realising that she was completely stuck, called emergency services who arrived and freed her after a 45 minute ordeal. “We managed to remove the bars and quickly freed her once we arrived at the scene,” Fire brigade spokesman Ming Lai said."

Where that to happen enough times, how long before we evolved avoidance mechanisms? a six sense perhaps?

4 comments:

rhhardin said...

That's probably how the little boy who lived down the drain happened.

Mysterious nursery rhyme.

Chip Ahoy said...

What a bummer.

I require concentration to walk so walker-talkers impress me greatly, I'm all, wow, you have my admiration, you do.

A friend handed me a piece of gum and we both had to stop walking for me to accept it and realizing that caused me to crack up laughing so hard it imperiled my balance. Again.

But the thing is, completely unrelated to this, to anything actually.

I was handed a local newspaper and I thought, oh F me, one of these stupid things again, they get you filthy just touching them. Why? Why give this to me? Oh. To find out where we are.

And the thing has a crossword puzzle in it, the pattern of those things always catches my eye and I could tell on sight by its pattern, by its excess of black patches to open spaces, very poor ratio there, that the puzzle would not be worth the trouble of solving, it could only be stupid ass words unrelated with no theme to carry it. All fill and all poor fill at that. I could tell on sight the constructor is sub par. The puzzle would equate to filling out a medical form. You want to roll it up and smack the person who produced it.

Another puzzle, just gone.

And there is nothing worse for a puzzle than having not anyone bothering to solve. It just hangs there in real space unmolested without further thought.

rhhardin said...

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not mind if here I sit
To watch his woods fill up with ____


1. across, 4 letters.

Rabel said...

She wasn't texting. She was guest blogging at Instapundit, like everyone else.