I was driving yesterday and my wife asked me to get her to a washroom immediately. I pulled off at Islington, took it north to the Walmart plaza, just north of 401. She really needed to go and it was the closest washroom. I thought Walmart in the morning wouldn't be such a bad prospect, even though it was on Islington Avenue.
OMFG. Looked like an Ethiopian refugee camp. Debris everywhere in the parking lot, a wannabe player sitting on the hood of his 30 year old BMW 740 series ride looking for a fat white women to trick into being his bitch for the next year, darkies everywhere. I felt nauseous. I felt so upset. What the fuck happened to Toronto? I was going to tell the black guy on his $1500 Beamer that he wasn't fooling anyone, but we had $2500 of designer purses in the car - Coach and Michael Kors, so I really didn't want to leave my car and start an arguement with him. I eventually convinced my wife to hold her pee again and we made it to Mississauga in 20 minutes.