I so wanted to take a photo.

I was on the Metro today on my way home from work. There was a tattooed man with a beautifully-permed mullet, tapered jeans, sleeveless shirt... precious himself. Then he opens his backpack, and starts organizing a huge clear plastic bag full of lingerie. Very cheap fake satin-esque red and black thongs, demi-camisoles, shorts, even a bra or two and a top with fake corset lacing... all with faux Formula One and/or Ferrari logos on them. This "organizing" continued on from Peel Metro to Lionel Groulx. Nobody else seemed to care. I wanted to laugh out loud... and take a picture so people would believe me.

Just one of those random moments.