While you’re chowing down on all that Easter chocolate, remember to brush your teeth.
I spotted this nifty bit of graffiti down near Reversing Falls and for three whole days I was ecstatic. I had this whole mental image of some poor mental soul spray painting those words in 1978 and waiting 40 years for the sky to fall (if you think graffiti would go unchecked for 40 years, you’ve clearly not spent much time here).
Monday morning I’m telling a coworker about my awesome find. His response: “You do realize Death from Above 1979 is a band, right?”
Saw these taped to the lights on the corner of St. Patrick and Water. Which reminded me of ordering supper at Subway on Thursday.
Earnest Subway Worker (ESW): You did say chicken, right?
My Saint John (Me): Yup. On parmesan oregano, please.
ESW: It’s just that they frown on us making subs with the wrong toppings.
Me: Understandable. Best to save up those kinds of actions when you’re feeling really into the anarchy. Pickles instead of lettuce. It’d be chaos.
ESW (looking vaguely uncomfortable, like I might lunge across the counter): Right… errr… Right…
Me: Is that parmesan oregano?
ESW: Ummm. Yes?
Me (feeling guilty if I’m disrupting his one rebellious act): It looks like whole wheat.