I started out the day at work, which was alright. Had a laughable moment when some guy came into the office to purchase an ad - wanting it to say something about being "hardcore". He then asks us, to define what "hardcore" meant. The answer given was that it meant "doing not so nice things". I couldn't say anything and nearly choked on my drink because I was trying not to laugh.
To be honest, I wanted to intercept with, "according to the google definition search, hardcore is defined as "1. hard-core: intensely loyal; "his hard-core supporters" 2. Hardcore techno is a kind of techno music closely related to the Gabba style. It originated in the early- to mid-1990s in largely industrial or post-industrial cities (Rotterdam, New York City, Newcastle, New South Wales) and simultaneously in commercial dance techno music looking for a harder sound..." wait, those aren't right... "3. hard-core: extremely explicit; "hard-core pornography" Ding, Ding, Ding... if you guessed #3, you're right!"
After work, Danielle and I went to the movies, and saw Live Free or Die Hard, and went for Thai. Movie was awesome, Thai food was great, as usual. At Gore Park, we parted ways. I stood at my bus stop and was approached by this guy around my age. First question was "do you know what time it is?" I answered, and then the next question was "do you know where I can get some pot?" Not the greatest segway, but whatever. Told him I didn't know, since I don't smoke pot. He then proceeded to make small talk until the bus arrived, and then in an offhanded way, tried to get me to go out for drinks with him. I politely declined... really I don't like being picked up at the bus stop on my way home after working and going out. All I want sometimes is to just go home and relax.
This isn't the first time a guy has approached me and asked where to buy pot... perhaps this is THE new pickup line I'm not aware of? Or... am I just a beacon for all the potheads and lost souls, wherever I may travel?
Friday, June 29, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Holy Flaming Car, Batman!
Yesterday was a very busy day for me. To sum it up, I went to work, left early for an appointment, went shopping and then decided to visit my sister at work, before heading home.
At 7:30, I decided to head home, and started walking to the closest bus stop, near the train station. I'm approaching the cross walk, and I hear the sound of tires squealing. I looked, and saw a car narrowly miss a bus, lose control and crash head-on into the corner of the overpass/bridge where the trains come into the station. What did the bus driver do? Well, he just kept on going, and didn't even stop for a moment. If I would've seen the bus number, I would've reported the driver for not remaining at the scene.
The driver gets out of the car, and quickly gets away from it, since the crumpled hood of the car is steaming and smoking. He then, in a total stroke of genious, goes back to the car to retrieve his sandals. By this time, I'm standing at the bus stop, and notice that where there was just smoke, there's now the beginning of flames under the hood of the car. I place a call to 911 to report the fire, and was told that they were already responding to a possible car fire. I stressed that it wasn't just a possible car fire anymore, that there were now flames rising above the hood.
Needless to say, since I'd witnessed the accident, I had to stay and tell the police what I saw. So, I got to sit in the back of a police car for the first time ever. Not really an experience I'd like to do ever again. I'm a short one, and my knees were touching the barrier wall between the front and back seat. Because I didn't see the colour of the light, since I was just paying attention to the crosswalk signals, my account of the events wasn't documented.
It's accidents such as this, that make me very glad that I'm environmentally friendly and take the bus.
At 7:30, I decided to head home, and started walking to the closest bus stop, near the train station. I'm approaching the cross walk, and I hear the sound of tires squealing. I looked, and saw a car narrowly miss a bus, lose control and crash head-on into the corner of the overpass/bridge where the trains come into the station. What did the bus driver do? Well, he just kept on going, and didn't even stop for a moment. If I would've seen the bus number, I would've reported the driver for not remaining at the scene.
The driver gets out of the car, and quickly gets away from it, since the crumpled hood of the car is steaming and smoking. He then, in a total stroke of genious, goes back to the car to retrieve his sandals. By this time, I'm standing at the bus stop, and notice that where there was just smoke, there's now the beginning of flames under the hood of the car. I place a call to 911 to report the fire, and was told that they were already responding to a possible car fire. I stressed that it wasn't just a possible car fire anymore, that there were now flames rising above the hood.
Needless to say, since I'd witnessed the accident, I had to stay and tell the police what I saw. So, I got to sit in the back of a police car for the first time ever. Not really an experience I'd like to do ever again. I'm a short one, and my knees were touching the barrier wall between the front and back seat. Because I didn't see the colour of the light, since I was just paying attention to the crosswalk signals, my account of the events wasn't documented.
It's accidents such as this, that make me very glad that I'm environmentally friendly and take the bus.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Working Downtown
Okay, so some of you are familiar with working downtown in a larger city. It has its perks and its downfalls. The two biggest perks are that I'm close to shopping and restaurants, and that all the busses run to and from the "downtown hub".
Now for the downside!
This morning, I'm standing at the bus stop (in front of a nudie movie place), listening to my music and minding my own business. All of a sudden, I feel someone tap me on my shoulder, so I turn around. It's this lady in her early 60s trying to force a watchtower publication on me. I politely declined, when really, I felt like blowing up and screaming at her that I don't force my beliefs on people and I don't want her stupid magazine, so leave me the f&;*% alone!
Yesterday, I'm walking from my work to downtown, and all of a sudden I get a whiff of super-heated urine as this lady is approaching me to ask for directions. Sure enough, the front of her pants are soaked. Ewwwwwwwwww! I held my breath while I pointed out where she should be going. Thankfully she was going in the opposite direction from me, so I was assured she wouldn't become my newest bus bus buddy.
I knew that at some point I wouldn't be able to avoid talking to people during my daily commute, but why do I always seem to attract the fanatical religious ones or the gross ones?!?
Now for the downside!
This morning, I'm standing at the bus stop (in front of a nudie movie place), listening to my music and minding my own business. All of a sudden, I feel someone tap me on my shoulder, so I turn around. It's this lady in her early 60s trying to force a watchtower publication on me. I politely declined, when really, I felt like blowing up and screaming at her that I don't force my beliefs on people and I don't want her stupid magazine, so leave me the f&;*% alone!
Yesterday, I'm walking from my work to downtown, and all of a sudden I get a whiff of super-heated urine as this lady is approaching me to ask for directions. Sure enough, the front of her pants are soaked. Ewwwwwwwwww! I held my breath while I pointed out where she should be going. Thankfully she was going in the opposite direction from me, so I was assured she wouldn't become my newest bus bus buddy.
I knew that at some point I wouldn't be able to avoid talking to people during my daily commute, but why do I always seem to attract the fanatical religious ones or the gross ones?!?
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