Last night we had gone to this club in the city. Inside we saw this guy arguing with a coat check girl at the club, urging her to quit. It seemed like she was his ex girlfriend. She finally said that she had had enough of him and did not want anything to do with him anymore. He was ejected by the bouncer around 3:00 a.m. We heard him screaming drunken threats to shut this place down. He left but returned to the establishment with a plastic container with gasoline. He spread the fuel at the base of a staircase, the only access into the club, and then ignited the gasoline. The club had no fire exit, it only had one door. Some of those trapped punched a hole through a wall to an adjoining union hall in an attempt to escape. Eighty nine people died in the resulting fire, mostly from from asphyxiation or trampling.
It had taken a couple of weeks of negotiation but Joe finally got the deal he wanted and drove out of the dealership in his brand new Explorer. His girlfriend knew his real motivation for buying a utility vehicle was because he loved to go four-wheeling on Saturdays with his friends and felt a little conspicuous when he was always doing the "riding" and never the driving. Joe arrived and ran into her house as excited as a nine-year-old boy with his first bicycle. Mary was working at her computer as Joe came up behind her, gave her a big kiss on the cheek and said, "C'mon, c'mon, let's go! Let's go for a ride." They jumped into the Explorer and headed out of town. After a few minutes, Joe pulled over to the side of the road and invited Mary to drive. She got behind the wheel and found that she really enjoyed the sensation of sitting up so high with a great view of everything ahead of her. Joe instructed, "Hang a left here" and as Mary follow...
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