Monday, February 2, 2009
Stores that only take cash are a mixed blessing. I like that they're fighting the good fight against Visa's global economic system, and I appreciate that Interac fees are a big drag on a small shop. But when I'm in one of these places and find myself at the cash register with nothing in my wallet except plastic, I'm not thinking macro economics, I'm pissed at these luddites who make it hard for me to GIVE THEM MONEY. But that's a topic for another bitch.
Right now I'm full of the love for my cash-only dry cleaner. I dropped off my coziest sweater in the morning for a cleaning because I've been wearing it non-stop this bitter winter. By the end of the day it was back, clean and fresh and ready to turn me back into the Purple Yeti. Only while they were giving me speedy service, I was forgetting to hit the bank machine, so there I was again, blood getting ready to boil as my fucking gold card wouldn't let me get a $7 sweater out of hock. "Bring the money next time you come in," said the dear angel of cleaning behind the counter. "I trust you." Halifax 1, Visa 0.
Priceless
To the people on Windsor street who took in my cat Sunday night:
Thank you so much. I was really worried and stressed out because he hadn't come home, and I thought that he might have been hit by a car or something. You two invited him into your home and fed and cared for him... so I can't stress how much you mean to me! My cat is my world and if anything would have happened to him I would have ended up all alone in my room with a tub of ice cream crying for weeks... literally.
So, thank you again and again...
Expect a fruit basket or something
I met you downtown and you said you would love to take me surfing. Our conversation was incredible and I'd like to take you up on your offer. If this was you please e-mail me at [email protected]
Free Spirit
I saw those big brown eyes in grade four, out in the field we played war, but as grade five came, your were no more. Your house was empty, as was my heart.
But 12 years later, in a profile pic, I saw those eyes, and my heart went tick. Now days gone by, together we are, with son in tow, my beautiful baby, my beautiful love, in our beautiful city, our love will grow.
Shanny bo bo
So one day in October I was walking down the street alongside the VG hospital when I noticed this man on a bicycle riding from metre to parking metre. He was feeding quarters into the metres whose time had lapsed. It was obvious he was attempting to tend to the ones surrounding the hospital. I was astounded. I yelled, "I see you, I saw that," but he didn't hear me. It didn't matter, clearly he wasn't doing it for recognition. One can only imagine the places those car owners were. Under the knife of a trusting surgeon, at the bedside of an ailing loved one, waiting in a doctor's office, much like mine, in anticipation of "results." I was truly touched by this random act of compassion and kindness. This story speaks to me of love, a kind of love we often forget is as significant as romantic love. We may not all have the motivation and energy to exercise it in the manner this mystery parking metre-feeder-rider did, but in small significant ways we are all capable of random acts of love for one another.
Everyone
I totally have abandonment issues because of my father, and this I know. Most other people didn't think that it affected me the way it did in the long run. I barely even know you, but somehow you caught on pretty quickly. Thank you for making me feel better about myself as much as possible, you truly are a great person.
That girl you noticed
B, you're fucking swell.
I like what ever we are, and I'm glad we became what ever it is that we are. Thank you for being so awesome.
R. Kelly
I got dosed by you, and I can't get enough. you are the reason for the constant smile on my face.
monkey