Or, better yet, in front of the nearest Republican headquarters.
Saw there at least 30 different dependencies of different types; including places with no permanent-resident-citizen populations like Antartica and the “US Minor Outlying Islands” (Wake, Midway, Palmyra, Navassa and others such with only stationed garrisons or survey teams if anyone at all); and others like all the Overseas Departments of France, whose IP regimes would be under “France” just as much as Hawaii’s is under “USA”.
BUT, that still leaves QUITE a considerable number of countries hung out to dry including large-population ones like Bangladesh, Nigeria, Egypt —heck looks like almost all of Africa is out— and Japan itself (now sure probably it just means there is a domestic-only network for the home market to use, but it’s still an embarassing look, Sony…)
I mean, if someone was driving a truck full of burning garbage and didn’t dump it out somewhere he’d be a pretty stupid MFer, too.
How do they know that he thought it was a fire station? Did someone get his license plate?
Maybe his name was on an envelope at the bottom of the pile of garbage.
Okay, that made me laugh.
Which reminds me, I need to indoctrinate the grandkids. When my kids were small, they could recite long sections of that song. They especially liked the description of the other side of the paper.
No idea. But it’s not the first time someone has mistaken that place as a fire station. I once had a really long awkward conversation with my son’s transportation service trying to direct a new bus driver there. “Is that near the fire station?”
“What? No, there’s no fire station.”
It’s really odd because I don’t see it.
(The thing that gets me is, supposing it was a fire station. Who just drops off a pile of flaming garbage and drives away without, you know, alerting the fire fighters inside? It’s such a weird story.)
Odd. To me, fire stations have big vehicle bays with roll-up doors that face the street. I can’t imagine a therapy clinic with that kind of door(s) facing the street.
The area is kind of a bloc of business buildings, you know like a business subdivision. There’s a building in front of the therapy building (which is well away from the main road) which is kind of boxy but I don’t think it looks like a fire station. It looks like a small warehouse.
Kinda reminds me of this:
https://clip.cafe/roxanne-1987/goddamn-it-are-supposed-put-them-out/
For those who don’t want to click an undescribed link, it’s a scene from Roxanne. Fire Chief Steve Martin comes across a burning trash barrel in the fire station and says “Godammit, we’re supposed to put them out!”
A garbage truck caught on fire right behind our house. They had to dump the garbage in the street, but the truck didn’t drive away and leave it. The fire department came and put it out.
Just posting to congratulate @Just_Asking_Questions on the 1,111th post.
Don’t be redundant.
I laughed, too.
And I’m sorry, but it’s the other side of the pictures.
Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one.
I filled out the massacree with the four-part harmony. Wrote it down there Just like it was and everything was fine. And I put down my pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there . . . on the other side . . . in The middle of the other side . . . away from everything else on the other side . . . in parentheses . . . capital letters . . . quotated . . . read the following words:
“Kid, have you rehabilitated yourself?”
Ok, we’re both right, then!
Nm, too late
Were you going to admit that you put that envelope under that pile of garbage?
One of the radio stations in Chicago plays it twice every Thanksgiving Day. You know, because “Had another Thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat…”
I have no idea WTF you are all on about. Link?