Thirty years ago today
It was the
eleventh day of my water fast and my father's birthday.
In the morning at
work I was about to leave for Brampton with GG when Bob opened the door on my
side of the truck to tell me, “And tomorrow, change your pants!”
I asked why.
He said, “Because
those look so horrible! You look like something off of Queen Street! I was
gonna send you out with Norm today but I couldn't let you go down to the
premier's office with those rags on! If you wear those pants tomorrow I'm
sending you home!” and then he walked away.
GG and I worked at
the courthouse in Brampton.
I wasn't going to
change my pants.
I sewed them up as
best as I could that night, but I doubted it would help.
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