Good Gypsy, Bad Gypsy.

Isn't it lovely to spend a frigid autumn day in a tropically-temped automobile, admiring the sights and sounds of the city with some of the best damn company you could ask for? WRONGO- not when those sounds are social slurs and the sight is a Hells' Angel about to smash in your window and cut you. 

(good gypsy)

As much as I love Casa Loma (blog to come!!), it's bad luck in the motorized vehicle department. A good friend of mine was driving myself and our gypsy (good gypsy) around town this afternoon, enjoying our carefree youth and frivolity. Climbing up the Davenport Hill, a crazy-lady (bad gypsy) in a Jaguar, wearing fur and blasting some sort of tribal-house-witchcraft music (bad witchcraft, NM), tried to nudge her way in front of us in order to avoid waiting the approximately 10 seconds it would have taken to follow in behind. Anyone who knows my driving friend would agree that he would never stand for this, and so the bitch was left eating our pavement, so to speak. She and her passengers were not pleased.

We thought it was rather humorous that bad-gypsy didn't win, and revelled in our victory! That is, until traffic was at a standstill, and low-and-behold, a male gypsy (Hells' Angel) hopped out of the passenger side of the Jaguar and strode towards our passenger side. PC, the driver, was laughing hysterically (did I detect some nervous laughter??) while images of myself blowing out birthday candles and climbing apple trees flashed through my mind (I was the passenger). The Hells' Angel screamed profanity after profanity at us through the window- F*****G F******S, P****S OF S**T, etc.- he was a lovely man. Thankfully traffic was so stop and go that the Hells' Angel was forced every now and again to return to his caravan, where he would visibly be uttering death threats and casting gypsy spells in our direction. Some time later, the Jaguar finally managed to pass us, but not without the gypsy-skank daughter giving us the finger and screaming "P****S OF S**T!!!", accompanied by a racial slur c/o her father that is just too mortifying to even allude to on this blog.

(bad, bad gypsy)

Where am I going with this? Well first of all, the world is still crazy- like complete nut-job, off-the-rocker, my mother's patients kind of crazy. And it's sickening.

ALSO: hope that when in the company of a good-gypsy, a bad-gypsy tribe doesn't try to steal your tears and balls.