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Personal Experience
That One Time I Got in a Stranger’s Van…
I would never do it again.
One thing you should know about me is that I don’t necessarily think before I act. A month or two ago, we ran out of vacuum bags, and instead of buying a new one, I put an old Walmart plastic bag in the bag compartment. I continued this tactic for at least a month before I went to my partner and complained about how poorly our vacuum had been performing. I insisted we buy a new vacuum. After conversation, my partner found out about my plastic bag “brilliance” and laughed at me for a good ten minutes. Proceeding much debate, I gave in to buying a new vacuum bag. To my surprise, our vacuum worked perfectly with the proper equipment, who would have thought!
With this quaint anecdote as pre-text, you now know that the main plot is not out of character.
It was a disgustingly cold day in Toronto, I would say it was about -13 degrees plus windchill. Snow was falling with the wrath of quarter-sized bricks and you couldn’t see a metre past your person. My partner and I lived near Sherbourne and Gerrard at the time, one of Toronto’s homelessness hubs, and I was very late leaving for work.
I worked as a server/hostess at Milestones Yonge and Dundas. The restaurant was a 15-minute walk from our place and you…
