ANGER

I AM VERY ANGRY, SO I AM WRITING THIS ENTIRE POST IN CAPITAL LETTERS.

OPEN LETTER TO THE THUGS THAT FEEL IT NECESSARY TO VIOLATE CARS THAT AREN'T THEIRS:

DEAR THUGS,

IF YOU WANT ANY OF THE ITEMS YOU FIND IN OTHER PEOPLE'S CARS, GO FIND YOURSELVES SOME JOBS. IT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE TO BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S CARS AND HELP YOURSELF TO THE CONTENTS.

SINCERELY,
SARA

okay. feeling a little less angry now.

niranjan's car was broken into. his poker chips and blockbuster card were stolen. we both feel very violated, and i am furious, as this is the THIRD transgression against our cars in 5 months. i called our property manager directly, and gave her a talking to. then, she started to cry, and i felt bad. but not that bad. fortunately, i managed to control myself enough not to go off on her about the fact that i'm still having to park in the plaza across the street.

I F'N HATE TORONTO.

yet another rant

Yesterday, I went grocery shopping when I got off of work. I had to buy quite a lot of stuff, since we'd been gone all weekend, and I hadn't been the week before. I bought my groceries, got home, parked my car in the plaza (our parking lot STILL hasn't been repaired... it's only been 4 months... but that's a different rant...), and set about grabbing all of my groceries, my briefcase, and my purse.

I was walking up to the door of the building, and there was a young girl, maybe about 13 years old, about 6 feet in front of me. She must have known that I was there, since there were bags rattling, and I was wearing my boots with high heels.

As we approached the door, this girl opened it up just enough so that she could slide through. The door closed just as I reached it, and she saw me when she turned around. Did she open the door for me? No. So, I had to open the door up, and then fumble around for my key. Meanwhile, this girl was on the intercom trying to reach whomever she was there to see. I got my key, and opened up the inside door. She saw that I'd opened it, and rushed over not to help me, but to push me through faster.

Now, I'm a pretty patient person. And I work with troubled kids all day long. But I must admit, that it took A LOT of will power not to spin around, look her right in the face, and tell her off. What sort of parents would raise a child who would act that way????

In other news, my ethics exam is on Monday...

hottest pepper ever.

Sunday is the day that we usually run errands, such as grocery shopping, or going to pick up things for the house. Today was no exception... it was a nice way to spend a rainy afternoon. I had decided that I was going to make another attempt at cooking up some curry for dinner, so Niranjan decided that he wanted some vegetable biryani to go with it.

We spent about an hour looking for a place that would have take away biryani... I had not expected it to be so challenging, given that we were driving around Scarborough! Anyway, once we found a place and ordered, we were both looking forward to a delicious dinner.

We were both impressed with the curry and the biryani, so dinner was a success. I had just taken a little bit of the biryani to try, and then went back for a bit more. I wasn't paying attention when I took a bite. What I thought was a large pea or some sort of green bean turned out to be the hottest thing I have ever had in my mouth. I don't know what sort of a chili it was, only that I NEVER want it in my mouth again!

This damn chili was so hot, that there were tears spilling down my cheeks. When I exhaled, I felt like I was breathing fire, and I was coughing when I inhaled. Niranjan was fortuitously in the kitchen at this point, so he got me a big glass of milk. I downed it in about 3 seconds, and required more.

Today I learned that when your mouth is seriously on fire, the best way to fix it is to take a mouthful of milk, and just hold it there for about 15 seconds. Repeat as necessary.