Complaining. Good way to start.
All it takes is one trip to the lovely Yonge-Dundas square to aggravate you for the rest of the week.
As long as you first start your adventure in the Eaton Center.
So, I shall start simply, by relaying a slew of things that happen there (frequently).
1) People who cuddle on escalators, and block the left side, which those of us with half a functioning brain know is reserved for people who have better things to do than block escalators. I get that you are in love, I'm happy for you. Just get out of my damn way.
2) Anybody that tries to talk to me while I have my iPod on. Earphones are in because I don't want to hear about your life story, or how your wallet got stolen and all you really need is three dollars to get a bus back to Thunder Bay, or about Jesus. I'm trying to memorize the words to every Magnetic Fields song of the 69 Album.
3) Anybody with a hickey. I don't care how young/old you are, it makes you look like a douche. And for those of you hickey sporting tweens that travel in packs, find a hobby, other then letting horny 16 year old boys eat your neck.
4) Why, oh Why? Do you really, honestly find it necessary to cruise through the mall on your long-board. I'm sure if we weren't looking at you with disdain, we would all care about your hipster-cool status complete with unkempt hair and wallet chain. I'll make you a deal. You get off the board, and walk through the mall like a normal person, and I won't make fun of your skinny jeans and size 13 feet.
Look, for the most part, I'm okay with insanity. I work in a bar. I enjoyed Girl, Interrupted. But don't come over to me spreading crazy around like it was strawberry jam. I'm libel to push you into a bike rack.
There should be more like the dude at the top and his awesome Spider-Man chalk drawing.
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