Okay, so maybe I'm paraphrasing a bit and that's not exactly what went down, but you get the picture.
The same thing kind of applies in Toronto because you'll always see people dress up way nicer than they need to, to drink a bubble tea at the mall or eat a hot dog on the street. Maybe it's because I live in the suburbs and never have to worry about running into anyone of consequence, but wearing multiple layers, jewelry and random accessories is not really my thing.
Anyway, while downtown over the weekend enjoying some delicious Korean BBQ, this group of like 20-something overly stylish students walk in and they're all flossing fresh new clothes, which is kind of weird considering the stench that these gas grills and assorted meats will give to them.
First of all I though to myself, how the hell do children like this afford such expensive clothes? But then I realize that they all have ridiculous-ass haircuts too. Like I'm talking mullets and side combs and mohawks, all in the middle of winter.
So says me as I sit there staring at them way too much in a cheesy flannel shirt, stupid scarf, while drinking a Sapporo and chewing on a piece of short rib...
Mini bacon weave, perfect for a Sunday afternoon sandwich. I just have to make it through this week then it's break time. Is it Friday yet?
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