ttc strike is good for my ego

i'm walking to work today, the way i usually do, except it's stinky hot outside and i can feel my panties sticking to my butt right where the globe of my cheeks hangs down a bit..oh yes, there is hang-age! and there is sweat on the backs of my knees...no my ass doesn't hang down that far! and i see this guy waiting at a streetcar stop. i take out my earbuds and say
"you're not waiting for a streetcar, are you?"
"uh yeah" he says.
"there's no service today. strike" i say.
"fuck"
"yeah" i say. and then i start walking and he starts walking beside me.
"so you're walking" he says.
"yup." i say.
"do you wanna-" he stops, then starts "do you wanna--?"... i look at him, do i wanna what?
"are you going south?" he asks.
"yes" i say.
"ummm...okay, well maybe...well, errr, i have to go this way" he says, pointing west down dundas.
"good luck" i say.
"nice to meet you" he says, from under his flop of hair. what a nice boy. not my usual morning conversation with the gypsies, tramps and thieves that line my route to work.

so that's new.