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A beautiful day outside today, the kind of day that was great to go out for a drive with the wife.
We drove through the little town of Hensall going towards Lake Huron and I saw this neat looking old school cop car and of course I had to pull over and check it out, the wife was like "what on earth are you doing Shaun??" and I just laughed.
It says JFA CIA on the side of the car.
The parking lot where the car was, was all dug up and empty, I remember when there was a variety store here.
One day, when I was 17, so like 28 years ago, my friends and I were driving in my car, on are way to a punk rock show, I believe Good Riddance was playing in London that day. Suddenly the urge to use the washroom hit me like a ton of bricks and also felt the urge to look for Jolt Cola and buy some Joe Camel cigarettes, back then you were able to buy cigarettes from the USA.
We stopped at this spot, the eerie looking variety store on the side of the road. We decided to take our chances. As we entered the store, a strange feeling washed over me. The dimly lit aisles and the musty smell in the air made me shiver.
I made my way to the counter where a man stood, hunched over like the hunchback of Notre_Dame. His eyes were dark and sunken, and his crooked smile sent chills down my spine. I mustered up the courage to ask him if there was a washroom I could use.
He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes and pointed towards the back of the store "Second tree on the right," he said with a sly grin
I thought he was serious at first, I looked over at my friends and they had a puzzled look on their faces. But then the man burst into laughter, his cackle echoing through the pretty empty stores.
"The washroom is just around the corner and inside the store" He said.
I made my way to the washroom, and to my surprise, I found a clean and well-maintained washroom.
After I went to the washroom, I couldn't find any Jolt Cola, but I was able to buy some Joe Camels.
As My friends and I drove away from the variety store we couldn't stop laughing about the variety store experience.
Now I just stand here in an empty property with a old school police car and all the memories of what this place used to be.

But hey this police car is pretty neat, lets take a look inside, I saw a mannequin, at first I thought it was a real person! Does anyone know who this is suppose to be??

The front of the car seemed pretty funny, LSD, PMS, what on earth is going on here?

Looked at the back of the car as well.

I looked over at my car and my wife gave me the evil eye, which means Shaun lets get out of here, I'm getting bored.
So I went back to the car and the wife was like "lets get out of car, there is bugs all over outside of our car, I don't want any getting in here.
So off we went, The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the countryside as we cruised down the winding country roads.
The radio blaring. We couldn't feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration. The open road stretched out before us, beckoning us to explore its twists and turns. My wife sat beside me, her hand resting on my thigh as she gazed out the window at the passing scenery.
Which only seemed like minutes, but it was over an hour or something, Suddenly, I saw a sign, Wingham, it read.
The streets were lined with old fashion buildings

We decided to go to go to the store there called "Red Apple" I picked up some candy for the wife there.
Then we went to the Dollorama and picked up some goodies there, as we went back to our car, I could here people chatting with one another in a language I could not understand and I looked across the road I saw people tending to their horses, they were Mennonites dressed in their traditional black dress, I couldn't help but being fascinated by these people, living a simpler way of life in the midst of our fast paced world.