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Today was indeed much drier than the rest of this week has been, but I only discovered that when I went out on the porch to meet the UberEats guy. Naturally I'd meant to go to Sushi On Bloor, but one of our flying squadrons did a sonic-booming flyby just as I'd intended to leave, in honour of the soccer match playing down wherever it was. And since I didn't know whether it would be air show boom boom boom for a half hour or not, I ordered in. In the event it was only the one, but still. Safe than sorry.
The traffic was probably still impossible an hour later because my courier apologized for keeping me waiting. Maybe he's one of the few delivery cyclists who drives in the street and not in Bloor's bike lanes, or maybe he had other deliveries, because no one in their right mind would use the traffic lanes on Bloor on a Friday if he had the option of the still crowded but moving bike lanes. But he's also one of the couriers who is overcome by a reasonable tip-- thanks me in person and then messages to thank me again. There are a million delivery guys downtown but there's always a chance that they might remember me and grab my order the next time, like the friendly taxi driver who always picks me up from the dentist.
And we tied the match with Bosnia-Herzegovina. I had to tell my Korean physiotherapist about Bosnia-Herzegovina because the name was unfamiliar to her. Not that I know much myself. The name always has Saki/ pre-WW1 vibes to me.
The traffic was probably still impossible an hour later because my courier apologized for keeping me waiting. Maybe he's one of the few delivery cyclists who drives in the street and not in Bloor's bike lanes, or maybe he had other deliveries, because no one in their right mind would use the traffic lanes on Bloor on a Friday if he had the option of the still crowded but moving bike lanes. But he's also one of the couriers who is overcome by a reasonable tip-- thanks me in person and then messages to thank me again. There are a million delivery guys downtown but there's always a chance that they might remember me and grab my order the next time, like the friendly taxi driver who always picks me up from the dentist.
And we tied the match with Bosnia-Herzegovina. I had to tell my Korean physiotherapist about Bosnia-Herzegovina because the name was unfamiliar to her. Not that I know much myself. The name always has Saki/ pre-WW1 vibes to me.