There is a guy that hangs around the very west end of downtown that I always see with a plastic bottle of milk that has no lid on it. (well, I assume it's milk...urgh.) Anyway, he walks back and forth over the same 10 feet or so with his arms flailing so wildly that the milk sprays all over the place.
So now when you get off the 10th St. c-train stop and see a big puddle of milk, you know where it came from.
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