As I walked Meghan to the Kornerstop convenience store last night so she could use the ATM and call a cab, I was reminded of why this area, despite its often sketchy community members, is awesome.
We were standing outside the store waiting for the cab, when a drunken dude walked up and asked Meghan for a cigarette. She gave him one and he went inside. Moments later he came galloping out of the store, a bag of chips rammed up the back of his shirt, his pants hanging well below his waist – giving us both an eyeful of his ass crack – yelling “press the button! press the button!” (supposedly to his friends, who had taken off as soon as he got inside the store; and the “button” he was referring to is beyond me). After him came the store clerk, an older man who seems nice enough, but whose red, puffy complexion and buggy eyes kind of remind me of a character from a horror movie. The clerk ran slowly and awkwardly after the drunkard, and reached him at the entrance to the parking lot, at which point the drunk guy turned around and handed the chips back. As the clerk was walking away, the drunkard tried to give him a toonie, and then called him a “slut.”
As the clerk made his way back to the store, I said “good job!” to which he muttered under his breath, “buncha jerks.”
Sketchy is by far the best fodder. Though, be careful. Once I wrote about some weirdo that approached me at a gas station and a month later I saw him and he yelled at me. Apparently he was also reading my website.