I hit the streets some mornings at 5:30am to get to the gym at a decent, non-busy hour.
This morning, I’m approaching the streetcar stop at Sherbourne and Carlton when I spy a young couple kissing in a doorway.
Only, they’re not just kissing.
He’s in a tailored suit. It looks good on him. He’s young and very… energetic. He’s all over her face like he’s just run out of Bath Salts. It’s like her face was a pumpkin pie and he had attended his first vegetarian Thanksgiving dinner. It was like he was a clean kitty and she was a dirty kitty…. you get it.
She… wasn’t pretty. I’m being kind. If you think I’m cruel, then I have no other way to say, politely, that she wasn’t attractive.
They were going at it like Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger in 9 1/2 Weeks but without the blinds.
At first glance I noticed all this, then my ex-catholic side kicked in and I averted my eyes. Then I looked back because… there it was in front of me anyway.
Her face was dirty. Like – coal miner dirty.
Now, it’s dark at 5:30am. She may have just been concealed in shadow, or she had actually come off a mining shift somewhere in Downtown Toronto. But she looked dirty.
I averted my eyes again.
In my head I imagined this is what the final scene in Casablanca would look like if filmed today.
From @RealMattyMcBoy on Twitter, comes Cedric Delsaux, a photographer obsessed with inserting Star Wars icons into industrial pictures. Brilliant.
I need this to scare the crap out of the cats…
Do this instead!!
I’m tired of bars using sidewalk chalk to advertise their crap. I keep my eyes down for a reason!
Solution: Carry your own chalk and write
…in the same font style just above the ad.
Works every time!