Humor up in Canada

And life in the fast times. It's getting to that point in the semester where I only have time for work and a social life. Blogging seems to come second. And farther down the line, my NANOWRIMO novel, which with almost a week gone, seems to be lacking in words.

But, I'd rather sit around and contemplate the humor in Canada than write a novel. I find myself coming back to the milk in bags phenomenon. Shannon and I spent several minutes ranting about it one evening in the dairy section of a convenience store. I then received this hysterical cartoon about these milk in bags. And I also went on a rant that night about the price of Ben and Jerrys. Nearly seven dollars a pint! I don't care if that's in Canadian dollars, that's still expensive. But I've learned to appreciate other forms of ice cream just as much--partially because I can get more for cheaper.

My next humorous story has do to with the Toronto Police. While walking through Allen gardens at maybe five in the afternoon with Kat when she was visiting, we saw a man passed out by the sidewalk in the grass. Did I mention his pants were down around his ankles? This appeared to have him unaffected as he snored away. Kat and I then had to promptly jump off the sidewalk as a cop car came pulling up. It stopped next to the sleeping man. Kat and I also ceased walking as this bizarre sight had us transfixed.

The police did not get out of the car. Instead, they pulled out a megaphone and began to say "Sir. Sir, do you know your pants are down? Sir, your pants are down." I promptly began to snicker and the cute, young police officer in the drivers seat turned to us. Of course his window was rolled down and he called, "Hey, either of you ladies looking for a date tonight? I've got one right here."

I shook my head and pushed Kat along, "No thanks, "I began, "I like my dates to be conscious." I am sure I heard him laughing as we walked off. It gave Kat and I a good laugh. Strange things always seem to happen in Toronto.

Case and Point. The other afternoon I am letting Ben and Shannon out of o my apartment. As I am saying goodbye, I go to pull the door closed. This is when I see a little, old, stout lady hobble up to my door. She reaches for it as I pull it shut. So I push it back open. She doesn't even look at me as she tries to push past so I reply, "Can I help you?" This seems to have her unaffected so I say, "I'm sorry this is a private residence. I then pull the door shut on her.

She muttered an almost inaudible, "oh." and then hobbled back off in the direction she came. I caught the confused look of Ben and Shannon. I merely shrugged and waved goodbye. Once again, these strange occurrences I can't quite figure out. Oh, Toronto. And that's about all I can say.

I shall never cease to find the humor and weird in this city. I can't really say I want to. It keeps me on my toes.