Alright, so I'm taking a motorcycle training course. Tonight was the In class portion, paperwork, slides, blah blah blah, boring shit, but you gotta do it to get to the fun on-bike parts. It's in some old turn of the century, brick 5 story walk up loft space right in the heart of downtown Toronto, very hipstery, but an interesting building. You might ask why that's important, well I'm glad you asked.
About 20 of us are sitting there 45 minutes into the program, introductions are done paperwork is filled out, Getting down to the really boring parts. It's dusk, the light outside is that dark red/purple fading to grey you get on a muggy day, most of the lights are off in the room to show the slides and it's hot as well, an old circular fan is blowing, and the big windows are open onto the tiny dingy alley outside. It's around then that a police siren wails in the distance, and at that exact moment somebody out on a fire escape breaks into a sax solo from George Michaels Careless Whisper for AN HOUR.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izGwDsrQ1eQ for those who don't know the song.
It was so weird, like being in the background of some knock off Noir film.
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