Sunday, May 27, 2007

Wages of fossil fuels

Great movie, that. (N'est-ce pas, Tazwell?)

But that's beside the point.

On Friday, I was walking back from dropping off the kids and I smelled heating oil. The source was obvious. There was a gas truck parked by an apartment building. The driver was busy connecting the hose from the truck to the building. No problem, really.

But the dude was smoking - and I don't mean he was attractive. No, he had a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

1 comment:

green clementine said...

I read the book at school when I was 12. I have never forgotten it. And I am glad to know that the story has made it across the Atlantic!