So about 2:30 this afternoon my parents went out to buy groceries and stuff. Earlier in the day my dad drove my grandpa to his motorhome which he was going to drive down to Assiniboia (about an hour south of here), and got a new battery for the engine.
My dad was in the insurance place paying for our fire insurance when a fire truck went by. A few minutes later when my parents were driving up the big hill on Main they saw a bunch of black smoke coming from the base. My mom joked, "I wonder if it's grandpa's motorhome."
When my parents got home my grandpa called and said he was driving by the base when his motorhome caught on fire. He tried to put it out but couldn't, and by the time the fire department got there, there was nothing left. Great. Doesn't my family just have the greatest luck?
My dad was in the insurance place paying for our fire insurance when a fire truck went by. A few minutes later when my parents were driving up the big hill on Main they saw a bunch of black smoke coming from the base. My mom joked, "I wonder if it's grandpa's motorhome."
When my parents got home my grandpa called and said he was driving by the base when his motorhome caught on fire. He tried to put it out but couldn't, and by the time the fire department got there, there was nothing left. Great. Doesn't my family just have the greatest luck?