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Potential Barbie Candidate and Opening Doors

Yesterday I was at the Atrium on Bay in downtown Toronto grabbing some lunch with a co-worker.  As we were standing in line the first of many humorous events occurred.  That being the gentleman who passed by us with his tray of food.  This gentleman was wearing penny loafer style shoes with some of the tightest pants I’ve ever seen a man wear.  To top that off they were capris.  Adding to the attire of this fashion plate was a bright yellow wife-beater style shirt, with an unbuttoned short sleeve Hawaiian shirt over it.  Lastly he had a big wide yellow head band, which looked like a scarf tied around his noggin, and the long dangling ends of this scarf/wrap hanging loose around his 80’s style rocker hair.  He looked like a genetic experiment made from some rock-n-roll version of “The Island of Doctor Moreau” using DNA from Boy George, Mark Knopfler (Dire Straits) and Platinum Blonde.

As we were sitting eating, after getting our food with little incident, I noticed a lady walk up to the doors that exit the food court to Bay Street.  She proceeded to pull on the doors which failed to open.  So she pulled a little harder but with each tug she would put a little forward momentum into the door to get that extra ‘oomph’ out.  Of course with each moment going forward the door would open and then quickly close as she yanked it toward thinking that the doors that push really needed to be pulled.  This exercise in futility occurred about 4 or 5 times before she surrendered to the door and decided it was locked.  Moving on the next door down the line she proceeded to go through the exact same motions again.  With each attempt she was getting more and more violent in her use of force in trying to pull this door open, and with each forward motion made you could see the door opening before being yanked closed by her own hand yet again.  Deciding this door was also locked she moved down to the last door in that line.

In an almost Herculean feat of strength she began pushing and pulling the door.  At one point I thought she might have had a moment of clarity when she realized the door pushed not pulled open but it turns out that it was just me overestimating her grasp on the mechanics of the door.  She yanked and pulled with all the might she could muster in her little 100 pound frame and then let out a cry of frustration and kicked the door.  Standing beside her was mall security, who had been talking to the mall custodian and missed the entire display it seems, and he leaned over and went “Excuse me ma’am, but the doors push”.  He then gave the doors a little shove forward and they opened.  The poor woman, who was flustered and probably more than a little embarrassed, scurried out like a mouse on speed.  I’ve never seen someone move so quick that wasn’t in the Olympics.

    

Sauble Barbie’s Emancipation

Last week Barbie told me a story of her co-worker, who owns a cottage in Sauble Beach, who we shall refer to as Sauble Barbie.

It turns out that the first Saturday in August there is an Emancipation Party held in Owen Sound, Ontario.  A follow-up party is held the next day in Sauble Beach.  Sauble Barbie was asked to go to the party on the Sunday, which is hosted by a couple who live near by.  In Sauble Barbie’s own words here’s what happened:

I was invited to an emancipation party but had no idea what that meant.   Apparently it is an annual celebration on the first Saturday of every August in Owen Sound and it is followed up by a celebration the next day (Sunday) in Sauble Beach.   A mixed race couple hosts the party in Sauble every year.   At the party on Sunday I thought I heard the reason for the celebration was because of the blacks involvement in the railroad.  So I thought they helped build the railroad.   Even though I couldn’t picture any railroad in Owen Sound.   A week later I was retelling my story and when I came to the part about the railroad and Ray (Sauble Barbie’s husband) stopped me and said “You’re joking right”.   He then went on to explain it was the “underground railroad where black slaves were smuggled to freedom”.   So the party was to celebrate freedom.   Can’t say I was ever a history buff.    But I did have a blast at the party.

I can honestly say I can only imagine something like this happening to the Barbie Gang.  But in the spirit of fair play here’s a link to black people actually building a railway in the movie “Blazing Saddles”.

  

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