After last week’s Jane Pitfield debacle where I had a nice talk with the possible future Mayor of Toronto I vowed never to let it happen again. For folk not of the Great White North, this is the new Red Green, Brent Butt of Corner Gas.
The scene. I was at the corner of King and Young, exactly kitty corner from “the Pitfield event.” I approach the corner and see the moment opening up before me in an instant. I stood beside him waiting at the cross walk – like him looking forward – and said “Are you who I think you are?” He says “That depends, who do you think I am?” I say “the guy my wife is in love with.” He says “now that could go a number of ways…” Once I told him I wrote a blog he asked me if I knew The Flea and if he could wave to him in a picture. I obliged.
As nice a gent over the course of a 27 second conversation as ever there was or one very well versed in dealing with whackos.