Daytripper


People in the 'homeland' cheered this weekend while watching their TV sets as bombs were being dropped from beyond the three-point line. They were also dropped from giant locusts in the airspace above. Here is some comic relief.

And here's a little story I found:

Depth Perception Was Shallow That Day

Waiting for the streetcar, which was no desire of mine yet a necessity at the time, I began to notice a trend emerging where I would see nice and exotic cars driving in the neighbourhood I had just moved into. Nice cars (with tinted windows) didn't really belong there as it was a rough neighbourhood. The first week I moved there, a house that was down the street was torched and two people were murdered in it. I could give many more examples of why the area was rotten, but I won't. Anyway, as I walked in the morning to the streetcar stop, I always passed by Jen and gave her a smoke. She was nice and I imagined that she had a rough upbringing which resulted in her having an office on a streetcorner. She smiled as I gave her a smoke and always thanked me as I kept walking towards where I would wait for the streetcar. While waiting, I would see the nice cars with tinted windows stop at the corner Jen was on and roll down their windows a little bit. She would mutter something to the driver of the vehicle and get in the car and they would drive away. I started to feel sorry for her and thought about her quite often while on the streetcar. I feared for her safety. So one morning as I was going to my stop, I thought I would do an act of kindness and have her over for dinner. I asked, she accepted. After arriving back to my neighbourhood from work and getting off the streetcar, I found her on the corner waiting, and we walked back to my place. We ordered food to be delivered to my place and while we waited for it we engaged in meaningful conversation. After dinner, she was so happy and I was convinced that I would help her change her life for the better and keep her off the streetcorner. I became somewhat infatuated towards her and after a couple of drinks we ended up in the bedroom. One thing lead to another and when it was all done, the only thing said from her was, "You owe me some money." I gasped and realized she thought of me as one of her customers! I moved out of the neighbourhood shortly thereafter, hoping to never return to that area again unless I owned a nice car that had tinted windows.