5 on the 25th

You are welcome for the help I gave fixing your mistakes. It really was no big deal to spend two hours of my day reversing, re-posting and reissuing entries on your files only to have you snark back that you hate when other people are in your business. To which I would have liked to say, "Don't be such a fuck up and maybe get better at life."


White grape juice reminds me of you. Every time we had breakfast at your house you would have it. And every time you set it on the table for us you would tell us how you once mistook it for apple juice. I miss you Oma...


Your family ran the concession stands at the pool. You were my favourite. One day your dad was helping you out on a particularly busy day. I had no idea what the actual price was or that you gave me a special deal on your famous bagel sandwiches. To this day I'm still embarrassed about when your dad asked for my money and I gave him $2 thinking that was the usual. He questioned what kind of shop you were running. You asked if it was me and then saw me in the window and winked. I never could figure you out, but I paid you back the next day.


Last Saturday night at about 8:30pm you texted me and told me you were proud of the extra work we had been putting in at the gym. It was right around the time I was ordering a rye and coke and a plate of nachos... I think it was a coincidence but maybe not? In any case I didn't order the nachos.


To the jackass that was attempting to operate a motor vehicle of the truck variety in front of me at the Tim Horton's on 8th and Moss this morning: Come on man, you own a truck, learn how! It may help if you put your dang cell phone down and since you already have demonstrated that you can not multi task, maybe getting a coffee and a breakfast sandwich, while talking on your phone and trying to drive isn't such a good idea!