On the topic of phones....

The other day Q and I were out on Bloor West enjoying dinner out on a patio. There was a very, very dirty dirty dirty homeless man across the street from us. He was completely out of his mind, wearing ragged clothes and had cardboard tied around his feet for shoes. Did I mention that he was filthy? He wasn't really bothering anyone, but we steered clear when we walked into the restaurant.

Our table was right beside the sidewalk. After a while the guy started heading our way. We were getting prepared to move if he was going to bother us (one whiff and I'm sure that my appetite would have been spoiled), but as it was he walked over to the payphone. Picking up the receiver, he held it to his face, began pushing buttons, checked the return for change, fumbled with the cord, and basically touched each and every part of the phone. Then he simply walked away.

Over the course of our meal, we watched in horror as 3 other people walked up and actually used the phone. Ewwww.

We both vowed to never, ever use a public phone on the street again.