Z o r bl o g

Don't you hate when the person behind you tries to beat you into the left turn lane? Well, some tow truck driver who thought himself very bad ass due to the 5 antennae on his big bad tow truck was doing that just as I was getting off the highway. It's not like I was going slow or anything (about 70 km/h) but he was waving his arm in disgust for some reason before going into the other left turn lane - and having to stop at a red light side by side with my car. Naturally, I gave him the finger, he fingered back, and Vin pointed to his "death" wrist tat and made a throat slash gesture. Mr. Tow Truck was actually pointing to a nearby parking lot with "bring it on dude!" gestures!!! I had the ghetto spork in my bag so that probably wouldn't have been a good thing for him. The last I saw of him, he made a right turn from the centre lane, cutting off a Mack truck, so I guess it definitely wasn't ME with a driving problem. :angryrazz

We're at Gretzky's with a hideous 45 minute wait for a table, so of course we had to play some table hockey. If you've been to Gretzky's you'll know that there's always kids playing with the knobs even when there isn't an actual game going on. There's a little girl (2-3 years old) standing there, so Vin gently shooed her away so we could play. Her (big fat oogly) mom comes over and says, "This little girl was saving the table for her dad. That was Very Mean!" We're in the middle of a game, so we ignore her, but as we were finishing dinner, we saw Oogly Mom and the little girl leaving, with no dad in sight. It was so tempting not to go over to her and say, "Where's her father? Are you a fucking hermaphrodite or something?"

All I have to say is...whatever, people. Whatever, Tow Truck Dude. What-fuckin-EVER, Hermaphrodite Bitch Mom!

And there was this whacko family sitting at the table behind us at dinner last night. First, the son didn't want to eat the branded '99' hamburger bun, so he cut the meat in half and stuck it all in the bottom bun, Dad helped put the burger back together by squishing it flat with his palm. When they're done eating, they pile the plates up in a massive stack in front of Dad. To top things off, My Way by Limp Bizkit was playing and the entire family, Mom, Dad, geeky sister (about 13-14) and son (10-ish) were all headbanging in unison and mouthing the lyrics. Is this some kind of new family bonding thing?

Today we're going down to Queen West because Silver Cross and some other stores are NEVER open...it's my mission to find them open someday!