If you’re enjoying a drink or three in Ontario, beware: Undercover liquor inspectors may be lurking to make sure nobody gets intoxicated, garrulous, and/or profane as they enjoy their pints.
The National Post’s John Ivison reports on a run-in with just such an inspector and the bizarre hearing that followed:
“By this time things had proceeded from farce, as the lawyer flailed away in her attempts to make me admit we were all full of loudmouth soup, or something more sinister.
“‘As regards the subject of your conversation, is it possible the conversation was of a sexual nature?’ the lawyer asked.
“‘Excuse me,’ I replied, taken aback.
“‘Is it possible the conversation was of a sexual nature?’
“‘I have no idea.’
“‘Is it possible?’
“‘I have no idea. Is this relevant?’ I asked.
“‘Your job here is to answer the questions. I will do the asking,’ she said, curtly.”
This kind of thing wouldn’t go over in Texas, that’s for sure.
Oh, wait. It already did…