I hope your lunch hour was better than mine
I knew it was a bad idea to go to Tim Hortons yesterday.
I've been really excited that they finally opened a Tim Hortons right near my office because now I can conveniently get my daily Tim's fix! The downside to the new Tim Hortons is that they opened it right across the street from this corner which is a known hang out for street people and the occasional crack-head or two. With that said, the people hanging out on the corner usually mind their own business, so the fact that they are there has never really bothered me.
However yesterday I was walking towards the coffee shop & looked across the street and saw what looked like the beginnings of a big old Crack-Head Rumble. There was a cluster of people on the corner who appeared to be PUSHING each other and I could hear lots of YELLING and swapping non-sensical insults ("YOU SON OF A ANHARHHHAHHHA!"...."I'M GOING TO GET YOU GFHHHHEYGURRRRR"). It looked like something seriously violent was going to pop off any minute. I probably should have taken this as an omen that I should just turn around, forget about my coffee and walk back to the office. But, no determined to get my coffee fix I kept to my side of the street and continued walking.
When I got to the coffee shop, I got my usual my "double/double" & grabbed a booth. That's when I noticed a few of the people sitting up front looked a little sketchy. One of the guys appeared to be really out of it and I overheard him asking this other guy (who seemed more sober) about getting some "product". The more sober guy mentioned something about "hooking him up".... What!? Drug dealing in Tim Horton's?!!! WTF.
Before I had a chance to really ponder what was going on, I saw the "very high guy" get up from his seat and start making his way towards the door. BUT, he doesn't make it all the way to the door... NO, he decides to stop right at my booth and slide into the seat RIGHT ACROSS FROM ME. My stomach drops. Seeing him face to face, I could see that he was in his early his early twenties and very high on something. His eyes were practically rolling back in his head & he had a bit of drool coming out of the side of his mouth. Attractive.
Then, Mr. Cracked out starts talking. Oh god. He starts telling me "DAMN GIRL. You're HOTTTTT MMM HMMM. You've got those CRAZY blue eyes. OHHHHH YEAHHHH. Do you realize this? NO REALLY. Damn MMMM HMMM. I Just want to UGHHHH MMM HMMM. YEAH GIRL YEAH! UGHHHHHHH"
(Apparently being high on crack makes you think you're the caucasian version of Barry White)
While he is talking I'm just nodding & desperately searching for an exit strategy. I try to get up from the booth but he blocks me and says "WHERE ARE GOING? I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU. MMMM HMMMM UGHHHH!". That's when he starts making what could only be described as "Lewd Tongue Gestures" and starts to get really disgusting: "YOU CAN'T LEAVE GIRL. I WANT TO F____K YOU. I KNOW YOU WANT TO F____K ME TOO UHH HUHH, OH YEAH! *Insert inappropriate tongue gesture here*"
(Hellllllllllpppppp)
Somehow he got distracted and I managed to slip away from the booth. I ran up to the counter and told the woman working there that there was a guy bothering me. As soon as she saw who it was she got on the phone with the police (Apparently he has been causing problems all week). However by the time she was on the phone Mr Cracked Out had located me at the back of the coffee shop. He came right up to me & basically "cornered me" against the counter, telling me "BUT I WANT TO TALLLLLK TO YOUUUUUU". Luckily the manager was able to get this guy to finally back off & literally pushed him out the door onto the street.
I was still there when the cops showed up. I was too shaken up to leave and was afraid I'd run into that dude on my way back to work. They offered to drive me the 2 blocks back to my office in the squad car, but by then I had already called the office and had them send over one of my male co-workers to pick me up.
TIM HORTONS, CRACKHEADS, SEXUAL HARASSMENT, POLICE = Not the most relaxing lunch hour.
I say it all the time but really, I AM A MAGNET FOR THIS KIND OF STUFF.
The weirdos just find me.
I've been really excited that they finally opened a Tim Hortons right near my office because now I can conveniently get my daily Tim's fix! The downside to the new Tim Hortons is that they opened it right across the street from this corner which is a known hang out for street people and the occasional crack-head or two. With that said, the people hanging out on the corner usually mind their own business, so the fact that they are there has never really bothered me.
However yesterday I was walking towards the coffee shop & looked across the street and saw what looked like the beginnings of a big old Crack-Head Rumble. There was a cluster of people on the corner who appeared to be PUSHING each other and I could hear lots of YELLING and swapping non-sensical insults ("YOU SON OF A ANHARHHHAHHHA!"...."I'M GOING TO GET YOU GFHHHHEYGURRRRR"). It looked like something seriously violent was going to pop off any minute. I probably should have taken this as an omen that I should just turn around, forget about my coffee and walk back to the office. But, no determined to get my coffee fix I kept to my side of the street and continued walking.
When I got to the coffee shop, I got my usual my "double/double" & grabbed a booth. That's when I noticed a few of the people sitting up front looked a little sketchy. One of the guys appeared to be really out of it and I overheard him asking this other guy (who seemed more sober) about getting some "product". The more sober guy mentioned something about "hooking him up".... What!? Drug dealing in Tim Horton's?!!! WTF.
Before I had a chance to really ponder what was going on, I saw the "very high guy" get up from his seat and start making his way towards the door. BUT, he doesn't make it all the way to the door... NO, he decides to stop right at my booth and slide into the seat RIGHT ACROSS FROM ME. My stomach drops. Seeing him face to face, I could see that he was in his early his early twenties and very high on something. His eyes were practically rolling back in his head & he had a bit of drool coming out of the side of his mouth. Attractive.
Then, Mr. Cracked out starts talking. Oh god. He starts telling me "DAMN GIRL. You're HOTTTTT MMM HMMM. You've got those CRAZY blue eyes. OHHHHH YEAHHHH. Do you realize this? NO REALLY. Damn MMMM HMMM. I Just want to UGHHHH MMM HMMM. YEAH GIRL YEAH! UGHHHHHHH"
(Apparently being high on crack makes you think you're the caucasian version of Barry White)
While he is talking I'm just nodding & desperately searching for an exit strategy. I try to get up from the booth but he blocks me and says "WHERE ARE GOING? I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU. MMMM HMMMM UGHHHH!". That's when he starts making what could only be described as "Lewd Tongue Gestures" and starts to get really disgusting: "YOU CAN'T LEAVE GIRL. I WANT TO F____K YOU. I KNOW YOU WANT TO F____K ME TOO UHH HUHH, OH YEAH! *Insert inappropriate tongue gesture here*"
(Hellllllllllpppppp)
Somehow he got distracted and I managed to slip away from the booth. I ran up to the counter and told the woman working there that there was a guy bothering me. As soon as she saw who it was she got on the phone with the police (Apparently he has been causing problems all week). However by the time she was on the phone Mr Cracked Out had located me at the back of the coffee shop. He came right up to me & basically "cornered me" against the counter, telling me "BUT I WANT TO TALLLLLK TO YOUUUUUU". Luckily the manager was able to get this guy to finally back off & literally pushed him out the door onto the street.
I was still there when the cops showed up. I was too shaken up to leave and was afraid I'd run into that dude on my way back to work. They offered to drive me the 2 blocks back to my office in the squad car, but by then I had already called the office and had them send over one of my male co-workers to pick me up.
TIM HORTONS, CRACKHEADS, SEXUAL HARASSMENT, POLICE = Not the most relaxing lunch hour.
I say it all the time but really, I AM A MAGNET FOR THIS KIND OF STUFF.
The weirdos just find me.