Boston Pizza tonight with Miklos. A crazy old bag lady with a shopping cart from Zellers came in the door at the same time we did, and dazedly wheeled herself into the washroom for the exact duration of time we spent there. The waitresses joked that we could take her home now, since she clearly came in with us. “Yeah, that’s my mom…” I said, later joking that I’d text her and get her outta there.
A towel on your head is no way to live. Yet here I am. Who’d have thought? No one, because that thought is boring.
I’m going to attempt to drive my car again tomorrow! Happy happy happy happy… no smokey plz.