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There: Elderly man hunched over, crossing the street with his walker encounters awkward moment (you know the one where you’re trying to get past someone and you both move the same way?) only this is with a woman pushing a stroller. Apparently a word exists for this situation. The word is “blisterfeld”.

And Back: Same streetcar line, different elderly man. Following the tail end of a Chinese New Year parade, the gentlemen turns to face myself and the other passengers inside the waiting streetcar, nonchalantly grabs his left ankle and raises it over his head making faces as tho trying to elicit a giggle from a newborn. He repeats this act of extreme flexibility while crossing the street, again treating the event like a special performance just for the passengers of the car.

…Laundromats that aren’t just laundromats. It’s amazing to me that no one has capitalized on the lengthy amount of time a large number of people spend at these places – essentially doing nothing but waiting for their washer/dryer cycles to complete. Usually, when doing laundry, I don’t want to stray to far or do much more than read a book, but lack of comfortable seating, or at some locations any seating at all, makes even this activity tedious. It shouldn’t be too much of a stretch to offer seating, WIFI and fresh coffee to patrons – maybe some would take it further and install Wii’s – I know I wouldn’t mind paying an extra 25 or 50 cents per wash for a more stimulating atmosphere. The folks at The Ten Spot should take their hugely successful model for trendy boutique spa/cafe, open up a “laundracafe” and drag the laundromat out of the 1990’s. Or what about a “laundra-gym” – 45 minutes, combined wash/dry, is a perfect amount of time to get a decent workout in… no?

Panzerotti? no. Pizza-Pocket? nope. Gargantuan homemade apple & cheese Pergogies? Hells yes! (note dollar for scale).

Excerpt from instructions on package of delicious Leek & Pork Dumplings purchased from nearby Chinatown grocery store: “...Add half a bowl of water and cover…” I’m pretty sure they meant “cup”, but the request still stopped me in my tracks when making them.

After recent threat of a root canal I have resolved to floss every day (and actually follow through). I am ashamed that I, being only 23 years young, should ever come close to dreading a treatment that I would normally expect to haunt only the more weathered 30 – 40 somethings. In my defense though, the tooth in question is compromised by my first and only cavity EVER – unfortunately it just happens to be a biggy.

Washing and styling my hair before going to the hairdresser.