Two Things I Did Not Expect to See on Toronto’s Sidewalks Yesterday, on opposite sides of the class spectrum
1. A foomfy-dressed opera singer accompanied by a string quartet outside of Harry Rosen on Bloor.
2. A gentleman taking a whiz in the middle of the afternoon on Brunswick, just standing on the sidewalk peeing into someone’s yard. Classy nabe, the Annex…
In regards to the second one, what does one do when faced with such an encounter? Fortunately, I was already on the opposite side of the street. But should I have addressed the issue in some way? Called out some sort of reprimand? To be honest, it took me a minute to realize exactly what I was seeing.