My walking adventures

So, I went for a walk today with my new puppy Sophie.

It was a twilight zone kind of walk, and I have some things I'd like to discuss. I promised myself I'd be more positive once I completed my treatment, so I have to get this off my chest before I go to WalMart or I'll more than likely clean someone's clock.

#1. It's a nice sunny day. Sophie and I are walking along neighbourhood streets, and I have to ask some homeowners out there- what's your problem, huh? Is there some particular reason why you're so fucking lazy that you can't possibly clean your sidewalk? I'm speaking in particular to the deathtrap sidewalk on Green Cedar drive that I wiped out on.

There's one car and two trucks in the driveway, and another car parked right in front of the house. With $80, 000+ spent in vehicles, you can afford a snow blower. My burnt bum and hips will now be bruised, too. If you happen to get a flaming shit bag on your doorstep some day, please know that karma is a bitch. PS- I hate you. PSS- It's because you are a douche.

#2. To the blue Honda Civic that almost ran me over as I crossed the street on Upper Paradise- you're an asshole, too.

#3. To the lady parked in front of R.A. Riddell Elementary school who was plucking her moustache hairs while waiting for her child- YOU DON'T HAVE TINTED WINDOWS. PEOPLE CAN SEE YOU GROOMING YOUR FACIAL HAIR. You aren't an asshole per say, but it's awkward, so stop.

#4. To the blue line cabbie who would not stop and pull over for the firetruck coming down Stonechurch rd.- Did you not hear the truck honking at you? You missed the flashing lights? I hope that  truck was headed to your house and by the time it got there, your whole house was burnt down BECAUSE YOU ARE A DOUCHE AND WOULDN'T GET OUT OF THE WAY.

That's all I have to say about that.