Today's Walk-to-Work theme: Yelling

I got up relatively early this morning and decided it was a good day to walk to work (the realization that it was also May 1st and I hadn't bought my Metropass yet also contributed to this decision).

I took as many park paths as possible to enjoy the "quiet." Once I hit Bay Street however, I had to accept the fact that "quiet" would be non-existent for the rest of the walk.

I turned on a side street heading east and then made my way down Yonge. There was a guy across the street preaching. Yonge street isn't very wide, and the traffic wasn't that bad, but all I could hear the guy yell out was "Badddaa badadabdabda BAH BADAMA BADAMA badadada..." I'm pretty sure he was trying to speak English, but was inhibited by:

a) Alcohol
b) Drugs
c) Crazy

I kept making my way down Yonge and walked passed a crew of construction workers doing something with the pipes underneath the sidewalk. One worker (Guy 1) was some distance away receiving the piping being fed to him by the other guys (Guy 2-4). This was their conversation:

Guy 1: Pete, you're putting in the same pipe!
Guy 2: WHA?
Guy 1: Pete, you're putting in the same pipe!
Guy 2: WHA?
Guy 1: Pete, you're putting in the same fucking pipe!
Guy 3: We can't hear a fucking word you're saying Tony!
Guy 1: Of for god sakes, YOU'RE PUTTING IN THE SAME FUCKING PIPE!
Guy 3: (to Guy 2) I can't hear a goddamn word coming outta his mouth!
Guy 2: Am I putting in the same pipe?
Guy 4: (to me) Morning Miss.



They were 5 metres away from one another.

(PS - Vron...f'n hilarious)