Saturday, June 21, 2003
Grimsby or Why I live in Waterloo
This afternoon I came home to the land of Grims with bro Steve. Steve and Dad get in their usual "get a job" tiff and Steve complains he shouldn't have come home, blah blah blah, then leaves to go to a doctor's appointment. He drops in at Grandma's place around three. Then he doesn't come home. Loser brother, still pissed off at dad has taken a bus back to Waterloo. Which my family does not discover until five and a half hours later! Needless to say, we were displeased and freaked out. So after this exciting, no family dinner, picturing Steve deciding to live on the street somewhere kind of evening, I decided to call up my friend Phoebe to get a movie.
Grimsby strikes again.
So Phoebe and I are walking down the street and this big transport truck has stopped at the edge of the main street with his four ways on. The driver shouts accross the road to ask us where Sobey's is (less than a block away) and we point and continue on our way. About four seconds down the road, the guy- big black toothgap trucker type- comes almost out of nowhere and starts talking to us. Creepy. He asks us how old we are. *Insert warning sirens here* then what we do around Grimsby. That should be obvious- nothing. That's all one does in Grimsby. Bear in mind that Phoebe is being her usual polite and friendly self while I am silently trying to decide if it will scare him away if I start speaking fake German really loudly and cackling like a witch. Then, after sharing personal details about his life (bills, lonely roads, failed educational attempts) he tells Phoebe she is very beautiful and can he have her number. She tells him she is engaged and we escape at a brisk clip. Scary, dark Grimsby.
We went back to her place and watched Adaptation. A fitting end to a Grimsby day.
This afternoon I came home to the land of Grims with bro Steve. Steve and Dad get in their usual "get a job" tiff and Steve complains he shouldn't have come home, blah blah blah, then leaves to go to a doctor's appointment. He drops in at Grandma's place around three. Then he doesn't come home. Loser brother, still pissed off at dad has taken a bus back to Waterloo. Which my family does not discover until five and a half hours later! Needless to say, we were displeased and freaked out. So after this exciting, no family dinner, picturing Steve deciding to live on the street somewhere kind of evening, I decided to call up my friend Phoebe to get a movie.
Grimsby strikes again.
So Phoebe and I are walking down the street and this big transport truck has stopped at the edge of the main street with his four ways on. The driver shouts accross the road to ask us where Sobey's is (less than a block away) and we point and continue on our way. About four seconds down the road, the guy- big black toothgap trucker type- comes almost out of nowhere and starts talking to us. Creepy. He asks us how old we are. *Insert warning sirens here* then what we do around Grimsby. That should be obvious- nothing. That's all one does in Grimsby. Bear in mind that Phoebe is being her usual polite and friendly self while I am silently trying to decide if it will scare him away if I start speaking fake German really loudly and cackling like a witch. Then, after sharing personal details about his life (bills, lonely roads, failed educational attempts) he tells Phoebe she is very beautiful and can he have her number. She tells him she is engaged and we escape at a brisk clip. Scary, dark Grimsby.
We went back to her place and watched Adaptation. A fitting end to a Grimsby day.
