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May 21, 2004
.5:03 PM
thugs.

It was lunch time on a friday afternoon when me and my buddy decided to go and drop by shopper's drug mart to grab some goods. I had a particular craving for chocolate bars, so I walked to the candy section to check out their selection of sugary treats. We quickly decided what we were each buying and proceeded to the check-out lines. My buddy stood in one line while I stood in the other. While paying for her merchandise, the lady in front of me dropped her wallet. I was about to help pick it up for her, but I decided to wait about 15 seconds. Assuming that she didn't know that she had dropped her wallet, I proceeded to bend down and reach for it. As soon as I touched the wallet, she snatched it out of my hands with a firm grip and without any hesitation. I could see her eyeing my hands to make sure I didn't actually steal anything from her coin purse. When I looked at her face I could tell she was trying hard to ignore me. When our eyes met, I got an unhealthy dose of shut-eye. She wanted nothing to do with criminals like me - criminals that help people recover their wallets. God forbid, people like us are quite possibly the lowest scum on earth.

So what's wrong with this picture? When did I turn into a badass? How about never. People say I have this "goody-goody" look which is a blessing and curse I suppose. It all depends on the situation of course.

I suppose I have to give the woman some credit, though. She was just playing it safe. Everyone knows that a shopper's drug mart check-out line is one of the most dangerous places to be especially at 1pm. Add the fact that one needs to open one's wallet to pay for goods, and you're one step closer to an orange terror alert. Think about it - a thief could easily reach in there and take all your money or worse yet, steal your wallet. I don't know what I would do if someone took my Mr. Sub loyalty card with one stamp.

People like to assume the worst I guess. You assume the worst when you watch city pulse every night and count the number of crimes that have occurred in the past 24 hours. Toronto is a dangerous city. Whenever a visible minority commits a crime, the full details are given. If it happened in Scarborough, the media will let you know that loud and clear. We must be living in a dangerous city. I guess we should all treat each other as terrorists and enemies. Trust nobody. Everyone keep to ourselves. I say that jokingly, but in reality that's sort of the way Torontonians treat each other.


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