My friend, her two year old daughter and I take a drive to Northland(s), because that is what you do when you move to Reservoir. As we are driving down Albert Street a large, heavily tattooed man bolts into the oncoming traffic with a look of unbridled terror in his face. Seconds later a petite, fairly psychotic young woman hurls herself into the traffic after him wielding a rolling pin. For one god-awful split second she locks eyes with us Medusa-like and we slump into our seats in an attempt to neither laugh or soil ourselves.
When she passes my friend says
"That really happened right?"
"Yes." I say.
"Why the hell did she have a fucking rolling pin? I mean, it's not like she's actually in the habit of baking pies, is it?"