When Worlds Collide–The Devil and the Frying Pan



Yesterday I saw a picture on Twitter of what a man found on the Toronto subway. Then I saw a comment “about life” by John Vyse on Facebook so– I decided to put the two together and wrote a fictional story about this photo.


A few weeks ago I got accosted at a rest stop by a crazy lady who wanted to know if there were devils in Ontario. I shouldn’t have rolled down the window to see what she wanted, because she covered a lot of ground.  I tried not to be worry about the five pens stuck in her hairdo because her track suit didn’t have pockets.

It went on like that for awhile until I told her she better step back because my car just told me it wanted to get going, and it was going to start up. She said okay and left. A security guard came over and asked if she had wanted money. I said no, but she had wanted the rusty frying pan I had in my back seat so I gave it to her.

It had been time to throw things out– and if she wanted to use that frying pan for devil worshipping so be it. I felt bad throwing it in the garbage, so I decided at least my conscience would be clear that I had helped someone–even it was a rusty frying pan to a woman who had 5 pens in her hair. After all frying pans are only slightly less effective murdering zombies than a shotgun.

Little did I know that somewhere waiting outside on the next block was a man with two other rusty frying pans in his possession and she gave him my old rusty pan like it was a work of art. The man had been living on the street, and had been disowned by his siblings, parents, friends – but  this crazy woman never gave up believing in him. If you keep knocking on the Devil’s door, sooner or later he or she will invite you in– and let this also be a lesson that no matter how useless you may think your junk is, someone will take it.

So how did the frying pan get left on the subway system? The man had survived on the street thanks to the crazy woman who may, or may not have been affiliated with the devil, and soon he began to pull his life together. After all, if you personally don’t set the tone for the day, the Devil will set it for you.

So did this man make a deal with the Devil? I believe he held on to himself while doing what was the most important thing. The frying pan meant hope to him so he left a little inspiration for someone else by leaving it on the seat.

If you can’t handle yourself or your life– maybe you need to talk to the Devil– as history is said to be an alternating series of frying pans and fires– and some of those fires may or may not be burning in hell.


Thanks to John Vyse for inspiring me.:)


Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in Hometown News and now in The Townships Sun





About lindaseccaspina

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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