“It stank something fierce"
The powers that be are investigating just why Swedish bloke Thomas Sundberg and his mutt Rex weren't warned of an impending ducking in a "faecal lagoon" at Kramfors-Sollefteå airport - a merdurinous "pool of filth" into which they were without warning cast. According to the Tidningen Ångermanland newspaper, the pair's innocent …
This happened to me as a child, my uncle's business was next to the sewage works and I strayed into the sludge lagoon. It can look like solid dry mud when in warm weather but under the crust it's like quicksand. Managed to crawl out losing only one boot, but I had to ride home in the back of the pickup, and then strip and get hosed off in the yard. Golden days of childhood indeed.
"Thomas Sundberg and his dog Rex" could have been alerted to their proximity to a "flat surface" composed of "a mixture of asphalt and turf" if there were an alarm system. Authorities have suggested they might put signs up, but since the 'Victims' eyes failed to alert them to the obvious risk of walking on the hardened surface of a thickening pond an audible proximity alarm would be a better solution.
Installing an alarm might employ out of work electricians who could perhaps install a PLC or rather better, unemployed IT personnel who might install and connect an alarm to the Community flow control system for sanitary waste so the next unsuspecting folk can be saved from perhaps suffocation or drowning.
Clearly an engineering budget is required here.
"sludge lagoon maintained by Kramfors municipality to store and dry sewage from a number of wells".
Here in Merica, we get drinking water from wells. Sewage would be a bad thing....
It is the translation. The Swedish word "källa" can be translated into "well" or "source" depending on context. Someone obviously picked the wrong context, or word, here.
Now, the smell of a wet dog is a pretty ripe odour under normal circumstances.
I'm forced to wonder in mixed awe and horror at the level of pong created by a dog that's been recently immersed in concentrated sewage.
I'm also drawn to speculate on the repellant power of a shit-soaked dog that has yet to shake itself. I reckon that if we could harness and focus that effect we could build a pressor beam capable of moving planets around.
The article starts talking about an obscure airport, so my impression was that just after a quick fondly by Till of security and before picking up the luggage, a walkway collapsed.
Rest of the article doesn't mention airports at all, nor reasons for loitering.
That said, I'd put down the dog. If he cannot even smell a Lake Aftercurry then the critter is defective.
Maybe he worked for MicroSoft and found a new paradigm for the WinMo platform.
I feel bad for the dog, though. I remember when my grandfather's bluetick coonhound got sprayed by a skunk and what he went through. I can only imagine what the poor dog went through swimming through that stench.
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