Rantings Against Second Cup

Had an interesting conversation at the corner in front of my yoga studio, Downward Dog. This light, at Queen and Tecumseth takes forever to change - usually you wind up standing in front of the Second Cup, waiting for the cars to stop, being forced to listen to the muzak that they pump out their front speakers.

I was standing next to this quirky-looking guy - it looked like he was a candy raver from back in the day, resplendent in his tiger fur shoulder bag, huge earrings and wild braids.

He turns to me and goes, "Don't you just wish you had a gun to shoot out the fucking crap that comes out of Second Cup's speakers?!?"

I smiled and said something about how I've entertained such violent thoughts, but try to internalize them.

This gets a laugh, and as we wind up crossing the street together, the Old Raver tells me another story of how he went to his Fido phone dealer, and after being charged another hundred bucks for service, he took a hammer and smashed the phone to pieces in front of the shocked salespeople.

I believed him.

We talked a bit more about the evils of cell phones ("I'm SOOO Analog", proclaimed the Raver) and we wished each other Merry Xmas.

There are some quirky people in this city - it's great :)