She-who-must-be-obeyed once won the ‘door prize’ whilst cycling on Bank Street some years ago. (She is fully recovered now, and back in control, thank you for your condolences.)
Macabre* humour is one of the ways we deal with difficult situations. Our teen son and his school chums referred to her as being “hit by a parked car”, along the lines of those “your mom is so dumb…” jokes.
The memories of those times, or at least memories of the joke, came to us while cycling through Moonies Bay yesterday. We discovered all the port-a-potties lined up along the bike path.
I had visions of being doored by a go-hut. What a crappy way to go. You can imagine the trail of puns that you won’t have to read about here.
The Citizen is a sponsor of the event, so there would be prompt MSM coverage of the event. My accountants, Collins Barrow would be there to advise me of the tax consequences. Jubilee Fine Jewellers would know what time something hit the fan. Etc Etc.
I wonder if they would ever erect the johns that close to a main car road?