While walking home, some guy was out with his Yorkie, which wasn't much bigger than my foot.

The guy was stooping and scooping, as all dog owners should, but he could get by the scooping part with a single fallen maple leaf, rather than using a plastic bag or, for the really big dogs, something even heftier.

Small dogs, small poop. One of the most immutable laws of nature.

I get on the TTC subway at Kennedy. There's a guy exiting one car's set of doors. His outfit and demeanour screams drunk, mentally ill, homeless guy (in comparison, my outfit and demeanour merely whispers drunk, mentally ill, homeless guy).

I enter the car, and somebody had obviously pissed all over a seat.

The stench was horrible.

I moved to another car, but amazingly, somebody went and sat pretty much in the Hot Zone.

His nostrils must be much more clogged than mine.