ce n’est pas la science de fusée

Montréal was fun. And very, very cold. It hovered around -10◦ Celsius for most of the weekend, but when the wind kicked up it felt like the arctic. In hindsight, perhaps I should have given more consideration to the weather when planning this getwaway. The cold forced us to spend most of the weekend indoors. No complaints there.

One minor complaint about the coat check staff at Unity. Operating a coat check is not rocket science, boys. When somebody hands you a ticket and you can’t locate the coat because one of you hung it up on the floor instead of on the rack, don’t pretend that the person never gave you a ticket. It’s very annoying. Especially at 3am.

I know you boys work very hard behind that counter, but when mixups occur part of your job is to have the courtesy (and the balls) to tell the person patiently waiting for his coat that you seem to have misplaced it and you’ll do your best to find it. Pretending that I never handed you a ticket when we both know perfectly well that I did makes you look dumb. Oh yeah, and it makes you look like a prick too. You are not nearly cute enough to pull that shit off.

I blame myself for not going to Parking.