I now present Tales of Toronto- The Midnight Metropolis

Okay, even though it wasn't midnight (was actually around 9:30/10) I like alliteration. Anyhoo, so we were on another food run for John who, after going to two different Rabba's, decided that he was in the mood for some chicken wings. So we went on a huge quest for said wings, braving Torontonian wind tunnels formed by our concession system, creepy drunk people, and the numerous porn and fetish shops of Yonge Street to find them. It was about 6 or 7 blocks south of us that we stopped at an Italian restaurant and John ordered wings. Then, at Alison's nonchalant suggestion, he headed up to the Friendly Thai (excellent mango chicken) to try their wings, for comparison purposes. Alison and I stayed at the Italian place to wait. 10 minutes later we left the store, fried wings in hand. It was windy and rather chilly. We chatted about random things. Then, as we passed by a store, I saw a man with a very puffy coat standing close to the sign in the alcove. I thought he was doing graffitti at first or writing on the sign as I saw his hand move. Then I realized that he DOING UP HIS FLY! And that the liquid trickling across the sidewalk into the gutter was in fact, urine. He was doing his business on the street. Luckily I sidestepped to avoid it. But still. Alison and I laughed as we thought of the number of public washrooms available in the immediate area. And I thought, what a poor sod that guy is. Idiot.

And thus ends this Tale of Toronto, when sometimes, you just gotta go!