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Overheard in Toronto:
Man in donut shop lineup :...and then I had to stand up to a firestruck... (makes talking gestures with his hands. Then he lights a cigarette and I'm cowardly to tell him not to, because he'd stood up to a fire truck.)
Woman and her grandmother behind me on Queen streetcar, talking at length about cranially-conjoined twins; suddenly:
Grandmother:Hey! there's a hardware store! but the sign says it sells few-tons? Those things don't seem to go together.
Woman: It must be one of those mixed-product stores.
theengineer (just as other conversations in room simultaneously pause):Then there's the nebula that looks like it's giving us the finger...
Man in donut shop lineup :...and then I had to stand up to a firestruck... (makes talking gestures with his hands. Then he lights a cigarette and I'm cowardly to tell him not to, because he'd stood up to a fire truck.)
Woman and her grandmother behind me on Queen streetcar, talking at length about cranially-conjoined twins; suddenly:
Grandmother:Hey! there's a hardware store! but the sign says it sells few-tons? Those things don't seem to go together.
Woman: It must be one of those mixed-product stores.
theengineer (just as other conversations in room simultaneously pause):Then there's the nebula that looks like it's giving us the finger...
