The Charlottetown Guardian (31 March 2008) :

Charlottetown police seek suspect in armed robbery at Tim Hortons outlet:

Charlottetown City Police are seeking a male suspect in connection with an armed robbery early Saturday at the Tim Hortons outlet on St. Peters Road.Police said they received a call at 3:15 a.m. after a man walked up to the drive-thru window and offered up a roll of quarters.The female attendant said the man then pulled out a knife and demanded the cash drawer. The clerk passed the drawer through the window and the man fled on foot with an undisclosed amount of cash...

Why didn't she just close the window?

Monday all day

It is Monday. I lost an hour of sleep this weekend. Ugh.

But, I live in TO and living in TO means taking public transport everyday – which can often offer one the equivalent of a gong show. Today, I got off at my usual subway station and saw the following, in order, within five minutes:

• A tiny little woman wearing PINK knee high rubber boots got off the subway in front of me.

I was mostly in awe and perhaps a little jealous of her fancy footwear. She wasn’t trying to be fancy. Her entire outfit if anything screamed of practicality. But how can one wear knee high pink rubber boots and not be a little fancy? I insist on wearing black leather boots – the left shoe of which leaks. But alas, I have neither the gall nor gumption to make the shift to pink rubber boots.

• Walking up the stairs to leave the subway station, a man passed me wearing a floor length fur coat. How could I not notice? I thought I was being overtaken by a grizzly.

This may not seem out of the ordinary, and if this gentleman had been by himself I probably would not have given him a second glance. But on this man’s heels was another gentleman who was also wearing a floor length fur coat. I know starring is a bad habit, but who wasn’t staring? The coats were so bulky it made these men appear to be twice as big as they probably were and they took up the entire sidewalk. It wasn’t even that cold out. If they were going for mere shock value they got it.

• When I finally reached the Danforth, I stood waiting for the light to change and tried to stop starring at the fur coats beside me. I was suddenly distracted by a semi-intoxicated man who decided he was not going to wait for the light to change. In his black leather cowboy boots, he managed to cross the slippery road and not get hit by the cars whizzing around him.

All in all, it was an entertaining five minutes.

Getting home, I remembered I needed to fish out some course readings lists for a friend who is still at FIS. Pulling my box of FIS course notes/papers out from under my bed, I was shocked to open it and find two bags of uncooked/unopened spaghetti. I vaguely recall putting them there when I moved…..last November. If Julia had not asked for the course reading lists, when the heck would I have discovered it?

This reminds me that I still have not found two packages of party napkins since my last move…