I guess I should have gotten my lazy ass up out of bed and written something down, because now that it's the light of day again, I have no idea what I was going to write about. Nada. Zip. Zero.
Instead, I'll tell you with a couple of tales from the Big City...of Charlottetown.
Yesterday I was driving to town down University Ave., and while I idled at a stop light I looked over to see a middle-aged lady bent over putting something into the trunk of her car. She was wearing powder pink track pants and Mickey Mouse underwear. How do I know this you might ask? Well, her powder pink track pants were so thread bare that when she bent over and stressed the very fabric that covered her abundant derriere, well, enough daylight got in that I could see the outline of the head Mousekateer emblazoned on her rump.
Don't judge, but it gave me a good chuckle.
Last week I was leaving town, heading north on Queen Street, which for those of you that have been here, may recall that it is the main thoroughfare in downtown Charlottetown. This time of year is still crazy busy in the city with tourists mixing with businessmen mixing with students arriving back on the island for college. So lots of traffic both on wheels and on foot.
Now, Charlottetown is known for its shitty drivers - I kid you not - at a four way stop when four vehicles approach the stop-sign at the same time no one ever knows who is supposed to go first (hello...."right" of way mean anything to anyone?? I think not!) Anyway, with the city being so crowded, I take extra caution when driving through because you know, it would really wreck someone's vacation if I hit them with the Cranberry Cruiser.
So anyway, there I was, sitting at the stoplight at Queen & Kent Streets (the busiest of the busy intersections) just minding my business, waiting for my light to turn green when I scanned the crowd of pedestrians waiting for a crossing signal. As I said, there were all sorts of people, tourists, locals, businessmen, students. And then there was the lady with the crocodile.
Yep.
She was standing at the light waiting for a crossing signal with a crocodile (it might have been an alligator, I wasn't really close enough to discern) tucked under her arm. It wasn't a plush toy croc. It was a very real and I'm pretty sure used to be live crocodile.
Anyway, the sight of her crossing the street in front of me with this reptile tucked under her arm has not left me for over a week. I wonder where she was going? I wonder why she felt she needed to bring her croc. with her? It falls under the things that makes me go "hmmmm."
