I'm Angry
If I ever see another family of 905ers taking up the entire sidewalk with their mammoth obese bodies while gleefully trying on coolie hats and posing for picture, I swear I'll cut them.
Fuck.Off.
Living Out My Own Young-Guy-in-the-Big City Novel
6 comments:
amen to that. the exodus of missisauga people have littered themselves throughout central downtown. the sight of a 200 pound woman wearing 5 inch stilettos eating hotdogs at nathan phillips is really a human manifestation of a 'pigeon' in multiple ways. and to the real pigeons' credit, at least they're not tourists.
Forget about 905ers, how about all those folks from middle America currently deluging our city? On the subway today, I saw a mountain of a man with a mustard stain on his shirt; his ample rolls reminded me of a large lycra bag filled with butter. He was with his wife and the two of them took up four seats. They spoke with a heavy Alabama accent.
I am also frustrated by gigantic pedestrians who employ this condition to monopolize the sidewalk and consequently inconvenience others.
Suffice it to say, if you find yourself to be an individual possessing your very own event-horizon, you should not be walking side-by-side with others of your kin on the sidewalk. Be courteous.
Even thin slow walking city dwellers can make a traffic hassle. Ever had those problems where a bunch of air head blonds create a clique line and stalls traffic to a halt. If you’re lucky there might be some free slow entertainment when you try to by-pass them...but sadly…those doesn’t exist anymore without the help of skin hugging jeans.
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