Getting home from work today certainly was interesting. Before leaving the office, I took care of some things I started and then packed up my desk for the day. Natalie and I left together and made our way to the streetcar stop. For reasons I am yet to understand, I left my toque at home, leaving my ears and the top of my head exposed to the frigid wind that was blowing the snow around.

While on our walk towards the stop, Natalie and I stopped to pet a dog who was waiting patiently while it’s owner was shoveling snow. It took me a minute to realize that the dog only had three legs, it was missing one of it’s hind legs. She walked just fine though, and let us pet her. We bent down to her level and she leaned against us, shivering. Poor girl was freezing out there and was looking for any warmth she could get. As we got up, her owner announced that he was done and they’d be heading back inside.

When Natalie and I got to the streetcar stop, I noticed that a streetcar was coming. “Yes!” I said thinking that perhaps getting home wouldn’t be too bad. Standing there, our faces red from the wind, Natalie, myself and about a half dozen of our fellow Torontonians watched helplessly as the streetcar continued right on past us. The driver gestured with his hands that there was no room, but as is usually the case, there was plenty of room at the back.

We waited and watched as three streetcars went in the opposite direction. Realizing we were in for a long wait, Natalie asked me to hold onto her bags while she put her gloves on. It was then that my attention was grabbed by a teenaged girl walking by. What initially drew my attention to her was the fact that she had on a black eye patch over one eye. My own eyes were then drawn to the many piercings in her nose and lips. As I pulled my gaze away, I couldn’t help but notice that she was holding her pants quite awkwardly just above her pubic area. She had walked passed by then, so I stuck my head out of the streetcar shelter and noticed her bare white ass walking down the street.

“Natalie, look down the street!” I said, wanting someone else to see what I had just witnessed.

“Oh my god,” Natalie said, “she must be freezing.”

“She must be high as a kite, walking around like that in this weather,” I replied.

Had I been more quick thinking, I would have taken out my phone and snapped a picture. Something like that has to be seen to be believed.

Time passed without a streetcar coming our way and Natalie and I finally smartened up and decided to wait inside one of the stores that lined the street. We saw a plow go by and wondered if that had been the cause of the delay. It turned out we were right, a few minutes after the plow went by, we were seating ourselves on a streetcar.

Of course, no streetcar ride on a Friday afternoon would be the same without a few loud drunks going on about which bar they were heading off to next. It could have been worse, there could have been a pack of obnoxious teenagers – or worse, tweens – on the streetcar as well. Like, omg.

Once off the streetcar, I stopped in for some cigarettes for S who was home today. Walking down our street, I could barely see five feet in front of me. The wind was whipping the snow around so much that it was impossible to see much of anything. After almost falling on the road and jumping over a mountain of snow, I had made my way home.

At last.

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