06.19.06
So I was walking to work…
Some days the walk to work really pays off. In entertainment, that is.
My workplace is at the corner of Carlton and Jarvis (for those that don’t know.) As I was walking along Carlton, I see a very wet and bedraggled someone at the corner of Carlton and Church. Once I get closer I can see that the person is rifling through a bag at their feet, pulling out soaked clothes and shoes, then stuffing them back in. It turns out that the person is a male-female transvestite.
Now this on it’s own wouldn’t be post-worthy in the least, but what happened next is.
I managed to miss the light at Church, so I had to wait for the next cycle. Every time a car passed the corner heading south along Church, the transvestite (let’s call her Sally) would drop the bag that she was holding, thrust her pelvis out at the car and put her hands on her hips. Once the car had passed, she would bend over to pick up her bag and let out a hoarse “WOOOOO!” This happened every time a car passed. Every. Time.
As I crossed the street, I could still hear Sally saying “WOOOO!” as she tried for better luck with the traffic on Carlton.
Wooo!