One time me and a friend were walking down the street, and we looked over and saw these kids runnign through the sprinkler. Now this would be a normal thing for kids to do, but this was in Wisconsin.. in December. Being 10 below zero, they were all bundled up, and no water was actually coming out of the sprinker, but there they were, laughing and running. When they got to where the water would have been, they shrieked out and shook their heads as if to shake the water from their hair.
Then one of them looked over at us and the 37 year old started to climb back down the mountain, complaining that he had caught a cramp and couldn't keep going. So Sylvia and I laughed at him for being such a wimp.
The boat we were sailing on was a 30 foot, single hull with a beautiful red, white and blue mainsail. The jib was sort of a teal color that didn't quite go with the rest of the boat, so I figured it must have been replaced after some sort of accident.
The accident scene was pretty rough. Low visibility and black ice led to a 10 car pileup... well, 10 cars and one of those shiney milk trucks. The milk was everywhere, already rotting in the 110 degree heat. What a stench! The fire department had their hoses out, trying to wash it all down the drainage ditches, but the bodies of the people from the cars got in the way.
The fire department had to clear out the bodies from the apartment building they were called to, 4 stories, 16 units, and no a survivor to be found. Whoever set this one really did it up right. The bars on the windows made them useles as an escape and a wrought iron gates were propped up against the only two exist. Some people worked awful hard to get those into position.
Most the people made it to the gates but they were lodged into position too tightly for anyone to be able to move them...
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Is that enough hijacking for one day? or should I go on? ;~D
