Do You Want Pants With That?

What's going on at drive-thrus? You know, those time-saving devices where you can get fast food faster? Nothing says good food like an exhaust fume-laden cheese burger. Yum. Yum. But I digress.

A couple of weeks ago the case of a Nova Scotia wheel chair-bound man getting barred from Tim Horton's made the news. He made the news because he was barred from the drive-thru. Now to my mind, a guy on a motorized scooter and a drive-thru is a marriage made in heaven. What a great idea this guy had. Instead of struggling up steps or a ramp, through a pair of doors, down a narrow isle and at great risk of backing into other patrons to get his "double-double" the guy decided to go through the drive-thru. Not so fast physically disabled guy, said Tim Horton's, if you want that double-double you've gotta come in and get it. He's threatening to go to the Human Rights Commission over this and I say "You go, guy!"

Meanwhile, last week, at the other end of the country, police were looking for some naked guy who stole a lady's fries at a Wendy's drive-thru. Yep, you read that right. As the drive-thru attendant was handing the lady her order some guy, naked as a jaybird, sped between them, grabbed the fries and kept on, er, truckin'. Now this raises a number of questions, chief among them where did he come from? Was he out for a jog in the buff and got a hunger pang and thought "I know, I'll just run through the first drive-thru I see!" It was likely a prank as his buddy was waiting for him in a van in front of the restaurant.

While the first example makes me merely shake my head, the second makes me think the guy took the Burger King slogan a little too far (even though it was Wendy's). When they said "have it your way" they meant choice of condiments not clothing optional! And it strikes me they'll have to add "pants" to that sign "no shirt, no shoes, no service".

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The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! ...

Hello Goodbye

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The Dangling Conversation

There's a debate underway in my household between my wife and I. I say "underway" because it hasn't quite reached the "raging" stage. If you want raging, my wife (a Francophone) and I (an Anglophone) from time to time (usually in a weak moment of my own making) slip into our number one discussion around why we don't speak more French at home - ergo - when am I, a former public servant who learned French at the expense of our gracious taxpayers and was technically rated bilingual (even though I hardly used it), going to improve my use of Canada's other language? This one never gets resolved, hence it's ongoing nature. But the current debate is over a remark I casually made the other day. I'm no geek, but with a lot of time on my hands I surf the web, converse on Facebook and such and - I have to admit - "I'm nonamedufus and I'm a Twitterholic". In an epiphany-like moment I was struck by the apparent impact of social networkin...

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