there is a man who sells religious calendars by the jean coutu. he's somewhat of an early bird and so i most often run into him on my way to work. i've decided that he's italian based on his dark complexion and on the way his tuque sits on the edge of this comb-over on snowy days. you would guess that god would chose his followers according to their p.r. skills. but this guy clearly defies the notion of customer service. he stands there holding up his calendar on a opened page and lifts it up abruptly everytime someone passes by. in an up and down motion that could very well be used by someone giviing you the finger. lovely.

despite all of this, i kind of like the guy.