Fellow Canadians, heed our warning.
There appears to be a poutine bandit lurking in the streets of Regina. If anyone so much as leaves their poessessions unattended long enough, you’ll probably find them covered in a greasy, delicious pile of gravy and cheese-curd infused potatoes.
You might think we’re joking, but just look at what resident Daryl Siba captured on his dashcam last week:
UPDATE: She came back to talk to me. This was totally mistaken identity. She has apologized which I accepted. She also offered to pay for any damages which was none. If you see her PLEASE don't harass her. All is good. The report with the police is closed. This lady dumped a poutine on my car. Video was taken on May 30, 2015 at around 7:00pm in the rosemont area of Regina, Saskatchewan. It dosen't matter to me who she is but people don't need to be dumping poutines on peoples cars. I have filed a police report as well just to find out her reasoning behind this. There won't be any charges laid. The video is not about shameing her but more about how she just went straight to my car to dump a poutine on it. The camera has motionsense dection it's not recording all the time. Camera model is the fine vu cr-500HD (the time in the video is wrong because when ever I unplug the camera to read the usb card the reserve battery goes dead reverting the clock back to the default time)
Posted by Daryl Siba on Saturday, May 30, 2015
The 35-year-old tow-truck driver says he’s never seen this woman in his life, nor does he understand how someone could waste perfectly good poutine in such wreckless fashion. The camera footage provides absolutely no explanation for any of it.
“It turned from pretty much anger to like ‘Why?’ in less than five minutes,” Siba told the National Post.
So why is this happening? What has Canada done to deserve this? Won’t some please think of the innocent potatoes?!
These are all fair questions, and we think we can finally answer them.
After reporting the incident to police, Siba later posted an update to his Facebook page:
There you have it, a case of mistaken identity. At least now we can all sleep a little easier knowing our precious poutine is going where it belongs: In people’s stomachs.
Zzzzz *poutine dreams*