It was a rainy Spring afternoon when I got on the streetcar downtown. Rainy and dull. Wet and dark make gloomy companions. I think that if the TTC ever buy new Red Rockets, they should get ones with glass ceilings. Wouldn’t that be a treat?
I was interrupted from my reverie on sunroofs by a female voice.
“I’m the original office b!tch.”
She was a young woman, talking to her male friend. “This guy went up to me and said, ‘We’re going to have a working lunch, can you go out and get us food for eight?’ I’ve worked five years in this industry so that I can order people fvcking lunches?”
“I didn’t realize it until now,” she added. “But it was such a cushy job.”
At that point, my mind wandered away on the subject of lunch, and I thought of a toasted cheese and herb bagel with roasted red pepper and sundried tomato creamed cheese. Mmmm.
Moral of this story: Be a moving target.