Observe for yourself:

Some editors wait their whole lives for a chance to get away with writing a headline like that. :)

Here's the actual story.

Incidentally, it was the most e-mailed story on BBC as I write this.

From TheStar.com:

A day after she was fired for giving away a single Timbit to a child, a Tim Hortons employee in London, Ont., has her job back.

Nicole Lilliman, a single mother of four, has been rehired at another Tim Hortons restaurant after what the chain described as an “overreaction” by a manager.

Lilliman was fired yesterday after she was seen giving one of the small blobs of fried dough to a small child who came in with a regular customer on Monday.

The 27-year-old woman, who worked at the outlet for three years, said she didn’t see any harm in giving away the 16-cent treat, since Timbits are often doled out to children and dogs.

But a manager fired Lilliman after telling her that giving food away free was against the rules.

Hours later, Lilliman received a call offering her a job at another Tim Hortons store.

Here's a rather terse and to-the-point news release from the coffee-and-a-donut king.

Post odds, if you wish.

Hate the sucky search function built into Outlook? There may be a solution available.

At CTV.ca, we had a poll today on which early summer movie a person might be most interested in seeing.

Of the 2,952 people who voted as of the time I wrote this, myself and 30 other iconoclasts went for Speed Racer.

Indiana Jones is likely to do big numbers, if this completely unscientific poll is indeed representative of the movie-going public

"You are an idealist. I pity you like I would pity the village idiot."

- Gen. George Broulard (Adophe Menjou) to Col. Dax (Kirk Douglas)

In this scene from the classic 1957 Stanley Kubrick film about the aftermath of a First World War French military debacle, Broulard blasts Dax for turning down a promotion to general.

Broulard thought Dax's efforts to defend three men scapegoated for the botched attack and to nail a general who wanted his own troops shelled were just part of manoeuvring for a promotion. :)

Here's a Wikipedia page on the film and a collection of reviews at Rottentomatoes.com.

I'm taking the Ossington bus south. It has to turn left onto King Street, but its progress is blocked by an illegally parked Volvo XC90 SUV.

Said SUV was parked to make for the shortest possible line between the vehicle and the Starbucks at Shaw and King.

Its well-coiffed, sleekly-dressed driver came back out of the coffee joint, beverage in hand, and sashayed back to her vehicle. The bus driver opened his door and gave her a verbal blast. "Sorry," she said -- in a quiet, flat tone that suggested she was anything but.

"You drive a Volvo and you think you can park anywhere you want," muttered the still-steamed driver as he pulled into the stop.

Now, this Davisville princess could have easily parked legally and not inconvenienced anyone, but at the cost of adding 10 or 15 seconds to her walk from her $65,000 (base price) vehicle into the Starbucks.

I have many flaws, but after this incident, I'm thinking a major self-improvement project should be developing a greater sense of entitlement.

OTOH, maybe the princess has some type of medical condition where if she doesn't keep up her caffeine levels, she can go into a coma. In that case, I'd be getting snarky about someone who was really trying to avoid a medical emergency. But I suspect that's not the case.

Addendum

I shouldn't forget acknowledging her male, high-end-SUV-driving counterpart from the previous evening who showed great arm-waving annoyance when the Queen streetcar operator honked him into stopping so that passengers could exit and enter the streetcar in safety.

It cost Mr. In-A-Hurry 10 seconds out of his life!

And finally, a shout-out to all the cyclists who like to blow through red lights. Please don't whine when ultimately, your aggressive riding catches up with you.

First, a pinch of REM ...

And then a dash of That Petrol Emotion ...

As I sat in a local Starbucks about 4:30 p.m., I did see streetcars heading eastward on Queen St. I took that to be tangible evidence that the great transit strike of 2008 was indeed over.

As public-sector strikes go, I'll take 10 transit strikes for every summer garbage strike. :)

However, I didn't get abandoned by the transit system at midnight on a Friday. My employer, CTV.ca News, was very generous.

And as this Toronto Star article noted, the people who get hurt the worst by a transit strike are those who can afford it the least -- students and the poor:

Had no problems getting a cab this morning (mind you, I did call at 6:15 a.m.).

Coming home, the cab co. said it could be up to a 30-minute wait. When I left my desk 20 minutes later, there was a cab waiting for me.

The high end of the DVP (401 down to Eglinton) was congested, but I didn't see traffic armageddon out there. The 401 wasn't congested. Neither was the Gardiner.

If the TTC workers were going to spring a surprise strike, then perhaps the weekend was the best time to do it.