"Was your daddy a thief?..."

Today's random topic: pick-up lines.

Have they ever really worked for anyone?? Jen and I were discussing this after an incident down in Yorkville tonight. We were walking down Bloor street when a guy leaning out of a car window yelled at us, "Hey Mary! There's something about you, Mary!" All we could do was roll our eyes and keep walking. It reminded me of some other ones that I'd been given:

"Hey, ma..." (I was shocked that people use this line in real life, and not just in hip-hop videos)

"Do you come here often?"

"Wherever you're from, it's some place where they have pretty people. 'Cause you're pretty."

"What are you doing, standing here by yourself and not dancing?"

"Didn't I meet you in the Bahamas last summer?" (definitely not), followed by: "You don't have, like, 10 kids or anything , right?"

And my personal favourite attempted pick-up situation: being chased down the 403 by 3 guys in a car who were openly and hilariously gawking at my friends and I through the windows. First, they kept pulling up next to us and staring. Then they motioned for us to pull over. After that, they wrote a phone number down on a sheet of paper, held it up against the window and pointed to a cell phone, asking us to call them.

But seriously, what is the point? During a drive-by situation, it's not as though anything can really come from it. Is it a man pride thing? Is it an amusement thing to just watch the reactions of different women? I don't really get it. Sometimes it's funny, but I don't fully understand it.

So, for discussion: what's the weirdest pick-up line you've ever been given, or that you've ever delivered? This should be fun to read!

Children'd!

FAC staff: this one's for you!

I realize that I haven't posted in a while, and a lot of that is due to working at camp. Summer is in full swing now. We're 2 weeks into our summer at Fine Arts Camp, and we welcomed a brand new batch of campers today as 2nd session began. Last session, we were fortunate enough to have a group of campers who were pretty great. There were no huge behavioural problems, they did what they were told (for the most part), and listened to their instructors. Today, we realized that we have a tricky bunch on our hands. During a camp wide game, I couldn't help but wonder if these kids were being fed sugar sandwiches multiple times a day. Which brings me to another badge that I found in Courtney's forward that I referred to in my last post:

I really really love kids. But honestly, sometimes, you just have to wonder.

Courage, my staff... here's to a weird and wonderful session 2!!

Um, what?

In a funny forward from Courtney that I just opened, I found this picture. Part of me wishes I could carry hundreds of these with me at all times:


Highly appropriate, given that I just walked through the door after being screamed at by some psychotic lady in the parking lot. She was illegally parked in MY paid tenant parking spot, and started screaming at me when I honked at her (just once, I might add, and not in a typical road ragey Sabrina way) to move her car. All I could do was sit there, staring and grinning at her, shaking my head. I eventually had to yell at her to just calm down and leave. I'm sorry... who should be mad at who in this situation? Crazy Lady, for parking in a clearly labelled spot, not apologizing when the tenant pulled up, and then being honked at for taking her sweet time leaving while I waited? Completely ridiculous.

You suck big time, lady. Today's idiot stamp is specially dedicated to you.

Precious

It's a small miracle: I'm sitting in my room with no one else around.

I managed to get home from work today before 5pm, which was another small miracle. As soon as I realized that I was the only one here, that I didn't have any pressing things to attend to, and no one asking me to do things for them, I was excited. It seems so rare to get a moment to myself these days, and it's at times like these that I realize just how much I value my time. I get stressed, anxious and angry when people make demands on my time that I'm not prepared to deal with. I hate when it's assumed that any free time of mine is dead time where I'm "doing nothing". Despite the extrovert that I think I am, I really do treasure moments where I'm alone and free of any pressures. I love being able to sit, unwind, and be allowed to stay silent for a while, but it's more than that. I need it. I covet it.

It's a precious commodity, and I'll treasure as much of it as I'm given.