I actually bit my tongue...
So, yesterday. Waiting to cross lyndale at 25th on my way home from work. There's no light at this intersection, and the pattern of the traffic signals on the adjacent blocks seem to coincide all wrong. So sometimes it takes a bit of waiting. Well, there's a guy standing in the street being all impatient about it, doing a back and forth dance with traffic. He thinks he spots an opening, starts across and then realizes he can't make it, so has to back up to the sidewalk to allow a car to turn right in front of us. He makes an exasperated sound and says "because I really want to be breathing in this toxic chemicals all day" and gestures to one of those little pesticide/fertilizer application signs in the grass. Gestures, mind you, with a hand holding a lit cigarette.
It was very hard not to look at him, jaw half way to the ground and ask him if he was fucking serious. Either that or to make a crack about the toxic fumes I was breathing in because of him. or a million other things that came to mind.
The sad thing is, I don't think he had any clue how idiotic his statement was.
It was very hard not to look at him, jaw half way to the ground and ask him if he was fucking serious. Either that or to make a crack about the toxic fumes I was breathing in because of him. or a million other things that came to mind.
The sad thing is, I don't think he had any clue how idiotic his statement was.