Two of ’em. Just sitting there outside a store on Ossington Avenue, shooting the breeze.
El Franco: “Let’s replace the steps to the basement! They’re old and crooked and dangerous.”
Me: “Okay … but it’s going to cost a fair amount to have a carpenter come and install them for us.”
El Franco: “No, I’ll do it myself!”
Me: “Um, okay ..?”
Two days later, after buying the wood, some power tools, and watching a few ‘How To’ videos on YouTube:
Just minding her own business, waiting for a streetcar at Queen West and Ossington.
I love my local coffee shop, where I sit and read as two guys on my right argue passionately in Russian, a little old lady sips tea on her own and glances sharply over the top of her newspaper at the two guys arguing, and an ochre-robed Buddhist monk serenley sips an espresso as he ponders Nirvana.