Verbal Fluidity

It has been said, that these things only happen to me. My friend Nathan said this. It is amazing sometimes how right he is. I want to share a recent visit to Subway with you, and extol the events that happened after. This past Wednesday, I visited the Subway on St, Margaret’s Bay Rd. I frequent this location often, as it is close to work. On this particular day, I ordered a 6inch meatball sub. The girl cut the bun, but was unsuccessful in getting it cut properly. She ends up tearing the corner, then heaping the meatballs haphazardly on the 4.5 inches of good bun remaining. She then put the veggies on sparingly, (I only ask for 3 veggies, they could be a bit more generous) and I paid and went to eat it. I unrolled the paper, and I had to peel a piece of cheese from it. Apparently the cheese didn’t like the look of the sub either. Anyway, as I was eating, I heard a number of swear words emanating from the back area. The F-Bomb was passed around, and a bit of laughter. All well and goo

Two years ago, an 18 wheeler and I went toe to toe. The 18 Wheeler won. Let me take you back to the day it happened. March 2008. While travelling on Joe Howe Dr heading to work, I notice that there is an accident up ahead. The traffic is stopped, and so I signal and start to move out into the outside lane, as to avoid the accident. I suppose at this point, that the driver of the truck, feeling big and good about himself, his truck being that indestructible force he wishes he were, took particular offence to my trying to pull in front of him, and decided to prove he was the “Bigger” man by tearing the front bumper off my car. After a short shouting match, which included a few expletives, the company of the truck sent out an insurance adjuster to review the damage. All Fine and good right? Wrong. It would seem that a “Good Samaritan” Cab driver witnessed the accident, and felt the overwhelming need to clear his conscience and come back and pour his heart out to the officer on the sce