Since Sunday was a Taste of the Danforth day and is between my home and my job, I disembarked at Chester station and moseyed up the Danforth to Pape.

In that period, I had a lamb-and-rosemary pie, pad thai, baklava and a lemonade. Yum, yum!

When I get to Pape station, I ride the escalator down. There was some frizzy-haired guy in his late 40s or so ahead of me.

He greeted some guy standing in the little foyer at the bottom, which led to the following terse, harsh response: "Get the fuck out of here."

The frizzy-haired guy's expression instantly turned from goofy grin to wounded puppy.

"I'm sorry," he sputtered. "I thought I knew you."

"Get the fuck out of here, you fucking crackhead," the guy added, causing frizzy-haired guy to scuttle off like a frightened crab.

This reaction brought a very slight grin to the hardass's face.

Now, to make matters worse, hardass was standing there with what I presumed were his wife and kid -- both of whom seemed quite used to this type of outburst.