There was a huge accident on the Expressway leaving Toronto
yesterday, and I was forced to leave the highway, as was everyone else, and hit
the surface streets. After taking my mother in law to the airport in 45
minutes, it took 2 ½ hours to return.
About 12:30 p.m., I was looking for a place to get a lunch
to go. While not my first choice, there was a McDonalds that showed up on the
right hand side of the street, the way I was going. This was no time to stand
on ceremony, so Mickey D’s it was.
After I got my lunch I returned to my car to set out the
frugal repast in driving and eating order. A nice looking young couple exited
the McDonalds just after me, and since they were “dressed up”, a rare thing for
me to see in today’s world, I noticed them. The young man had on a suit and tie
and the young lady was wearing a dress and coat. I admired them for a moment,
as they got into their provincial car, a new white sedan that said Ontario on
the doors. It made me take notice as I wondered who got official cars, and it
quickly left my mind.
I started the car, and while leaving I looked to my left
into the window of the white sedan. They were “going at it” in the front seat!
While clothes were still on, they were rolling over each other much to my
surprise. I shouted at them (although our windows were all closed and mine was
just an automatic reaction) “You can’t do that in a Provincial car!”
I laughed and drove off realizing once again that clothes do
not make the man, although an absence of clothes must make something. I couldn’t
sit around and wait to see what carryout looked in their car.
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