| Even people I hardly know and rarely see somehow know about Mrs. L (the pigeon-eating lady) through this Xanga. Congratulations Mrs. L, you're a star.
At some point this past year, they stopped selling iron supplements on the shelves at Shoppers Drug Mart and now you have to buy them behind the counter. And they don't come in the same bottles you get your vitamin C pills in anymore. They're in blister packs. Iron is serious fucking business.
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| A joke courtesy of Jocelyn:
What did Darren do after he finished his 5 course meal?
He drank his Coke.
Also, this picture. Guess which one I am. Lenny's in it as well.
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| So there I was at the bank, standing in line. I noticed this lady talking to someone that works at the bank (not a teller), standing nowhere near the line as I walked in. A minute after I've been standing at the line, I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn to see the lady. She tells me that she had stepped out of line to talk to the gentleman for a quick bit and that I was standing in her spot. She must have been 50 or 60 years old. Something about it bothered me; it wasn't that she wanted her spot back, but just the way she said it. Like I should have known better; that I was some kind of asshole who had purposely done her wrong.
I dunno, maybe it's just the way I heard it, but I heard a tone in her voice. One I didn't appreciate. And just for that, I wanted to tell her that "waiting line etiquette", as I knew it, dictated that you forfeit your spot the minute you step out of line. I would have had no problem telling her off either, age be damned. But I didn't want to make a scene in the middle of a bank and get myself thrown out, especially since all I needed was a money order, which would have taken all of one minute to do. It wasn't worth it. I simply said "Sorry" and stood behind her. She was still going on about it for a bit, even as I made my way to stand behind her.
So what does the lady do two minutes later?
She walks out of the line and uses an ATM at the front of the bank instead.
I was praying hard that she would come back in line to tell me in the same fucking indignant tone that I was once again in her spot, so that this time, I could tell her off this time. It pissed me off that she would make a stink (making me look and feel like a total asshole) about a spot in a line only to walk off two minutes later. Unfortunately, she didn't. She left the bank after she took care of her business, which somehow pissed me off even more because I couldn't bitch at her.
Sorry. I had to get that off my chest.
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| No long entry explaining things or anything so trite.
You can now find me at:
http://cardigansandcoke.blogspot.com
Also, I'm shutting down the Antisocial Plague after May.
It was a good 5-6 years.
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| The first thing my mom asked me when I got back to my Scarborough home today was "So we're doing the Earth Hour thing today, right?". I didn't even know my mom knew what Earth Hour was. My mom's never cared about stuff like that, and suddenly, she's joining in on environmental stuff. And it's not like someone's putting a gun to her head about this; she's voluntarily doing it. It's really strange to see people you thought you knew change small things about themselves. But good for her.
So...does running my laptop count during Earth Hour?
Edit:
So we turned off everything. Almost everything. My parents left the TV on. When I told them the TV had to go too, my mom replied "Do really have to?" in a pleading tone. I equated it to running a marathon and then driving for the last mile. Not that I'm one to talk. I'm on my laptop, like I knew I'd be.
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