Toronto, Ontario
Cops are Tops
Temperatures hover around the zero degree mark these days. You have a combination of slush, ice, snow
and bare spots. You must keep your eyes
open. Under the CPR train tracks, the sidewalk was
clear of all that interesting stuff.
This is at Yonge and Davisville where a popular liquor store operates
right under the train cargo route. I
often frequent this area.
Today, one lost soul
(I can say that because he was) asked me, “Which is the way to the closest Tim
Hortons?”
I had to admit that I
wasn’t quite sure. In Canada, Tim
Hortons,
which caters to the donut, sandwich and coffee crowd, has locations from coast to coast. It’s the meeting place for many, and the stereotype location for police to hang out and grab a
donut. People say, “Donut mess with the
cops!”
And I do see police, today. While in their patrol car at a street
juncture, I got the sense they were gawking at me. I had plain clothes on. Slush, ice and snow don’t take kindly to our
robes, the dhotis especially. Other people were there waiting for the
lights to change to green, but it seemed like the officers’ eyes were on
me alone. But perhaps that’s what everyone thinks. They’re
looking at me. I better behave.
From that perspective, I think it’s healthy. The Ontario police have the policy “to serve
and protect.” I believe that. But, wait
a minute, perhaps they took me for a donut!
I was wearing the colours—some browns—and maybe that was the reason for the stare.
But seriously, I meet
police all the time, mostly on the long walks.
They are 98% good with me. The
cops are tops!
May the Source be with
you!
5 km
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