This just in: women aren't people
In our 'hood, crazy is included with the rent. But if you're a regular rider of the TTC, crazy will follow you to school/work. That's value.
Today, I was on the streetcar with a self-styled Peter Mansbridge.
This guy wasn't just ranting to himself, no, he was giving us "the news," as he'd frequently remind us.
Among today's headlines:
Poor people smarter than rich people and entire working class: crazy dude
Global warming melts children's ice rinks; hockey industry devastated
"Long-haireds" usurp television industry
Native man challenges entire Chinese army, wins
And my personal favourite, as directed to a woman exiting the streetcar:
Job action for would-be career gals: Women everywhere enlisted in army mission to recover missing children.
posted by Ladysir | 1:20 PM
1 Comments:
I met a crazy guy on the bus on my way home from last week's art gallery opening, too. (See how I basically just summerized Boston in that sentance.) Anyway, instead of news, he was yelling in slurring English/drunk talk. But more on the drunk talk. He also spittle.
And he sat next to me, yelling at me for 2 minutes, prompting me to get off the bus a stop early at Chinatown. Which isn't the place to be at 10:30.
I hate crazy bus people!
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