Beer is the reason: that can soothe most physical pains. Okay that makes no sense. I blame it on beer!
Onto the blog and don't ask how or why I was surfing the T.O. Police website.
http://www.torontopolice.on.ca/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=3588&mode=thread&order=0&thold=0
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A rookie constable got a rude awakening, just before pulling over a car for making a prohibited turn. Const. David Byun was about to turn on his lights to pull over a vehicle at Dundas Square when a brick fell 16 storeys, shattering his windshield and striking him in the lower chest and stomach – under the protection of his Kevlar vest. “My front windshield just exploded,” said the 52 Division officer, out on routine patrol. “I then felt the thump in my chest.” Byun looked down in disbelief to find an intact brick laying in his lap. |
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