I thought I'd share with you an awesome thing that happened to me while I was walking.
You see, in Montreal everyone has amazing style. Except for me. I have a "these clothes sorta fit and they keep the wind out" style. Plus they were a really cheap bargain at the Sally Ann.
Lately I have been casting jealous looks at all the ladies in their nice fall coats and tall boots. I even thought to myself, "why don't I just walk into a real store and buy a nice coat? A NEW coat." But then I thought about my student loans. And about paying for things like groceries. And anyways, I have a jean jacket...
So I'm going to a elementary school to do some math tutoring and for once I happen to be early. I start circling the block, wasting time, and I come across a big pile of street garbage. There, hanging on top of the mound, is a beautiful black coat. In perfect condition. And it fits me. And it's beautiful.
It's practically like a present to me from fate. Because fate wants me to stop looking like such a goober.
So I look around. I sort of feel like a cross between a robber and a homeless person. I grab the coat and walk, in a quickish manner, away.
I have a new coat!! And it doesn't even smell bad! Isn't that awesome?!
PS: I'm not really good at Math. Don't tell anyone. I've only screwed up one kid, so that's not too bad.