I'm out jogging last night and it's dark and slightly rainy. (I know, I know, girls should NOT be jogging by themselves, but I stick to main roads with lots of light.) Anyway, I jog by this guy, thinking nothing but of the Weakerthans song that is playing in my iPod when I realise there's something about his t-shirt that's familiar. Then I realise, IT'S A TEAM CANADA SHIRT!!
I actually stopped running in the street and turned to look at him, his back is to me & he's half a block away. I didn't get a look at his face but surely, it must be Tim Horton's Man. There can't be two Canadian men living in my area, can there? And patriotic at that - first a mug, then a T-shirt. I seriously contemplated calling out to him, but what would I yell? "Hey you, Canadian! Do you have a Tim Horton's mug? Will you marry me and go back to Canada with me to have lots of sex and babies?"
While I was thinking, he turned the corner. BUT, the good thing about this is, that it was on my street, not far from my house. Until next time, THM.
Monday, June 20, 2005
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