Walkin' Down Whyte

So, after making some awesome Chicken Tikka Marsala, Grilled Veggies and New Potatoes for dinner, went out to Wooly Bully's with the danimal, the poonstar, and the chad. I hadn't been out on Whyte in a couple of years, so I was suprised to see a bathroom attendant in the men's room not only there, but also at O'Byrnes. When did this become necessary? It's not as though these are high class establishments. And not only is it wholly unnecessary, but the bathroom at wooly's is relatively cramped, and this dude was blocking off an entire sink, leaving only half the taps available. Way to go guys, nothing classes up a rough-hewn wood panelled shitter more than some poor immigrant spraying you down with cologne. And don't get me wrong, I don't blame the dude working there, I actually feel sorry for him, because I know I want to talk to a bunch of drunk assholes right after they've heeded nature's call. No, if I'm corrrect in assuming that the gentleman in question were recent, or relatively recent immigrants, then I blame the government. Are we not constantly hearing about how there was a labour shortage in this province? And yet, rather than a training program to help new arrivals go work in industry, or whatever, the only job they can get is pumping soap on the hands of those who are perfectly capable of doing so themselves?

Anyways, left the bar early as I wasn't feeling well, so here are snippets of conversations I caught whilst ambling back down Whyte at midnight, June 30

Cop 1 to Cop 2: Hey, check out the new bulb I got for my flashlight, it's like superbright now. *shines light at driver coming out of alley, temporarily blinding driver*

Seriously, his exact words.

Azn chick "blah blah blah"
Azn dude "Oh Really?" with a wholly disinterested look.
Azn chick "blah blah blah"
Azn dude "Oh Really?"
Azn chick "blah blah blah"
Azn dude "Oh Really?"
Azn chick "blah blah blah"
Azn dude "Oh Really?"

Again, seriously, at least four times. and I write blah blah because I didn't make out a fair bit of it, but what I did was meaningless prattle.


Crazy guy walking past line of nicely done up musclecars parked in front of Don Wheaton "Are you happy that peopls sons are dying for your gas, your oil *something something* Fuck George Bush *something something* Your car's look great you MURDERERS!!!"

From the looks of the guys driving the cars, they nearly were. Or at least, Ass Whuppers :P