Yesterday on my way home from Assiniboia, after wrapping up my day on location for the Spring Fever Lotto, I saw something that I hadn’t seen in a long time. On the Trans-Canada Highway between Moose Jaw and Regina there was a truck pulled over on the shoulder of the road. There was a man standing beside the truck with both hands in front of his waist trying to look inconspicuous. There was no hiding what this man was doing. He was relieving himself. On the #1 highway! Or, at least in a ditch on the #1 highway.
I can’t remember the last time I saw that. I use to see it quite regularly. When I would see it, it was usually the kids that were in the ditch because they just couldn’t hold it until the next gas station. I asked Greg Morgan, who works next to me every morning, if he ever tinkles on the side of the road. He said, “once a year maybe, on the side of the highway if I can’t find a gas station.” Once a year? I haven’t done that in decades! This guy needs some NASA diapers!
The last time I took a whiz on the side of a road was just outside of Buffalo, New York, and it didn’t go unnoticed. My buddy and I were halfway through our business, with his girlfriend patiently waiting in the drivers seat, when a state trooper pulled up behind us wanting to know what was going on. We explained the situation and he let us go without any kind of a ticket. I still remember his parting words…”you might p*** in the ditches up in Canada, but we don’t do that down here.”
From what I saw yesterday, I realized that trooper was spot on!