I suppose I coulda just called Arnie...
In addition to the CNE, today seems to have been Jump-a-Palooza in Toronto. Twice in the span of four hours the TTC was shut down because of jumpers. First, on our way out (thankfully heading West), there was an Eastbound service break because of an "injury at track level" AKA a jumper. Mr. Right and I were relieve as we headed all the way down the Kipling Station that at least it wasn't where we were going. Then on the way back, a separate incident kicked us off the subway with about 3 and a half miles left to walk. With meat products. In the heat. Bah.
So my tan is deep, my legs are tired, and I am NOT loving "The Better Way" this afternoon.
So my tan is deep, my legs are tired, and I am NOT loving "The Better Way" this afternoon.
Labels: Suicides, Toronto, TTC
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