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Why can't I kill douchebags with my mind?
Backstory: I over-estimated the time it would take to get to work this morning (it was surprisingly quick, for a rainy morning.) I get off the Dundas street car at Yonge, and since the Dundas Square subway entrance is roped off for some unexplained reason, I have to cross both Dundas and Yonge to get to the other entrance (north-west corner of Yonge and Dundas, for those of you playing at home.) My adventure across Dundas street went well, and I was cautiously optimistic for the Yonge crossing.
As I was waiting for the light to change and allow me to cross, some douchebag driver decides to race the yellow, right through a massive puddle which is *right* beside me. I, and many other bystanders get covered in nice, grimy Yonge street puddlewater (just like Grandma made!)
It's been a nice, soggy morning since then.
Backstory: I over-estimated the time it would take to get to work this morning (it was surprisingly quick, for a rainy morning.) I get off the Dundas street car at Yonge, and since the Dundas Square subway entrance is roped off for some unexplained reason, I have to cross both Dundas and Yonge to get to the other entrance (north-west corner of Yonge and Dundas, for those of you playing at home.) My adventure across Dundas street went well, and I was cautiously optimistic for the Yonge crossing.
As I was waiting for the light to change and allow me to cross, some douchebag driver decides to race the yellow, right through a massive puddle which is *right* beside me. I, and many other bystanders get covered in nice, grimy Yonge street puddlewater (just like Grandma made!)
It's been a nice, soggy morning since then.
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