Did You Jump? (Emergency system test.)

I was napping so I turned my phone off. It made no difference. Two minutes after the phone would have went nutso had it been on the guy showed up to pump out the septic tank.

"Hey Bud, you're a fkin hour early."

I would never say anything cross to the septic tank guy. Not only is he one of the top five important service people you will ever need to deal with, he is also a great guy with a happy attitude that I most certainly wouldn't have if I pumped poop all day.

He also is as big as a brick house and twice as sturdy.

"Hey Bud, great to see you early!"

Don't piss off the septic tank guy. It won't end up pretty.

One other point, in a question:

Why does Alberta (and the N.W.T) not test the Emergency Alert System, with the rest of us?

My guess.

"We don't need Trudeau to tell us when we are about to be annihilated. Freedumb! Freedumb!"

I can think of no greater reason.

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