Blue Light Special On Blowing Shit Up
There's a shop near my apartment called The Spy Depot. In it's window they display a "car bomb detector".
Talk about your specialty items.
Don't get me wrong. Its not that I think said item isn't needed. And I understand that there is a market for it out there. After all, if you are, say, a newly-appointed Iraqi cabinet minister pushing for a bill to create an "American Appreciation Day" who somehow instantly and magically got teleported from downtown Baghdad on Election Day and landed right in front of this store window...I might see how you could have an impulse buy.
However, anyone else who seriously stops to look (or purchase) a car bomb detector in downtown Toronto is completely paranoid and should really lay off the Fox News for a couple of days.
Listen up Commando Suburbia, somehow I seriously doubt someone's jacked up your Jetta with TNT all Chuck Bronson-like while you were munching on a calzone at Eastside Mario's.
Take a breath.
Have a donut.
And relax.
Talk about your specialty items.
Don't get me wrong. Its not that I think said item isn't needed. And I understand that there is a market for it out there. After all, if you are, say, a newly-appointed Iraqi cabinet minister pushing for a bill to create an "American Appreciation Day" who somehow instantly and magically got teleported from downtown Baghdad on Election Day and landed right in front of this store window...I might see how you could have an impulse buy.
However, anyone else who seriously stops to look (or purchase) a car bomb detector in downtown Toronto is completely paranoid and should really lay off the Fox News for a couple of days.
Listen up Commando Suburbia, somehow I seriously doubt someone's jacked up your Jetta with TNT all Chuck Bronson-like while you were munching on a calzone at Eastside Mario's.
Take a breath.
Have a donut.
And relax.
posted by Saucy Monk at 8:26 AM
2 Comments:
Hey Monk, I'm not sure about up there, but the way I piss people off, I may need one of those detectors. Although, I'm not sure I care about my Jetta that much.
Jetta? My Jetta? Somebody jacked up my Jetta with TNT? Why would they do that? How did you know they did? Was it you? Did you rig my precious, beautiful Jetta to blow up? What did I ever do to you? Just 'cause I made some sarcastic remarks? Do you work for my doctor's office?
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