Of doors and duct tape
Sep. 27th, 2002 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeWell, if anyone needs free duct tape, just take the 20 inbound from Dorval.
I was driving home yesterday when a small patch of burgundy caught my eye on the asphalt. To my surprise, it turned out to be a roll of burgundy duct tape (why burgundy?).
Further driving revealed a veritable flurry of the things scattered along the edge of the autoroute in various states of unravelling (most were actually intact, being wrapped in plastic), which certainly lent a new meaning to the expression "red tape." Har har har.
My best guess is that a crate of duct tape fell off a truck and got scattered there. I had half a mind to grab one as a souvenir, but that particular stretch of autoroute is pretty damned dangerous. So I left it there for other duct tape vultures.
Oh, and further updates on my door situation. Turns out that my apartment is so badly designed that no self-respecting carpenter would want to replace my door. See, the boiler is right next to it, so that it doesn't open all the way.
So this guy who came to fix my door yesterday instead is going to do a patch job, then install a horking great wooden bar to block the door.
So I'll be living in a friggin' medieval stronghold with 1980s décor.
*sigh*
Read the second Cunningham book. Is much better tone-wise than first. At least by then he's assuming that his readers aren't mentally deficient newts. ;)
I was driving home yesterday when a small patch of burgundy caught my eye on the asphalt. To my surprise, it turned out to be a roll of burgundy duct tape (why burgundy?).
Further driving revealed a veritable flurry of the things scattered along the edge of the autoroute in various states of unravelling (most were actually intact, being wrapped in plastic), which certainly lent a new meaning to the expression "red tape." Har har har.
My best guess is that a crate of duct tape fell off a truck and got scattered there. I had half a mind to grab one as a souvenir, but that particular stretch of autoroute is pretty damned dangerous. So I left it there for other duct tape vultures.
Oh, and further updates on my door situation. Turns out that my apartment is so badly designed that no self-respecting carpenter would want to replace my door. See, the boiler is right next to it, so that it doesn't open all the way.
So this guy who came to fix my door yesterday instead is going to do a patch job, then install a horking great wooden bar to block the door.
So I'll be living in a friggin' medieval stronghold with 1980s décor.
*sigh*
Read the second Cunningham book. Is much better tone-wise than first. At least by then he's assuming that his readers aren't mentally deficient newts. ;)
