Waterworld

Each day I have 45 minutes where I spend my time thinking while I walk/stroll/jog to work. Usually I think about stupid things: how many times can I listen to this song on the way to work? How many people walking their dogs do I pass? How many virgin Asian people are there in the Engineering program? The usual things. Today, however, I became increasingly aware of this underground competition going on in the Point Grey area. Vancouver is all about watering their lawns. Each morning I dodge rogue water sprinklers that chase me down the sidewalk while I make my way to work. And to be honest, most of these lawns look arid and gross. My crotchety 70-year-old womanizing landlord leaves the sprinklers on OVERNIGHT sometimes. Two weeks ago, I did 3 loads of laundry (all the blankets in the house, sheets & clothes) and he had the nerve to email and ask us to limit our washing. I had to bite my tongue and not say anything about his excessive lawn-watering techniques so I instead sent him the message via lighting the dryer on fire with lint. Some people’s kids.

This went nowhere fast. I hate self-diagnosed ADHD.

I can’t wait to get home and make myself a ceasar to drink out in the sun.