About 3:20 p.m. today, I'm standing on Bathurst Street. It's been snowing and there is slush on the roads.
It's my misfortune to be standing there when the light turns yellow (pop quiz: In Toronto, what does a yellow light at an intersection mean?).
Acting with breathtaking irresponsibility, some guy just has to beat the yellow light, guns it, swerves from the northbound left lane into the right, and catches the slush with his right front tire.
This throws off a plume of slush that, at the peak of its arc, would have been about eight feet high.
The final bits of slush land about 15 to 20 feet in off the road -- which means the sidewalks would have to be 17 feet wider to fully dodge this knob.
For about 10 of us, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I had slush dripping off me from the shoulders on down.
One can only hope that the model citizen behind the wheel gets a similar dousing at some future point in his thoroughly inconsiderate life.