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Day 24The Cabbagetown BIA tapes it all up… but some rebels tore up their sign

Every morning of this strike after my venti mild, I need to excuse myself and find the closest washroom. It’s been Eaton Centre for the longuest time but where I am at right now, Tim Hortons is just across the street and I wait until someone needs to go buy a drink or bagel and go with them and use the facilities while they are ordering.

So this morning I make my way there with a co-picketer and while he orders I zig-zag my way into the 2 person male washroom. Someone is already in the stall, so I plant myself in front of the urinal and unzip. There is a very bad smell in this washroom and all of a sudden the guy in the stall starts lamenting:

Guy: “OOOOooooo noooooo!”
Me: (silence)
Guy: “AAAAaaaaahhhh”
Me: (silence)

FLUSH SOUND

Guy: “Oooooh lord!”
Me: (silence)
Guy: “Nooooooooo”

FLUSH SOUND

Me: (silence)

The smell is atrociously pungent.

Guy: “Nooooooo”
Me: (silence)

FLUSH SOUND

By this time I’m done and am washing my hands extra hard. The stall door opens, I look up in the mirror and see this small man walking out, with no intention of washing his hands, opening the door and going into the restaurant. I use my foot to keep the door open, I have no intention of touching the door knob after him… and then I see it… his sweat pants are covered in shit… of course that was the smell, and of course he didn’t make it to the washroom in time… it’s vile and disgusting.

Today, more than any other day since that strike started, I feel like that pair of sweatpants. Eventually they’ll get cleaned and get back to new, but today, they’ll go about for awhile just disgusting everyone around them for no real fault of their own.

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