Side Stepping Sidewalks

So there is something really interesting about Edinburgh that Britt and I have come across and until recently could not figure out. If you are walking down the street, any street, any day of the week, any time of the day, you will more often then not come across a pile of puke. Really, anywhere- more then one if you are walking a bit of a distance. Britt and I could not figure it out at all- until I was walking to work on Friday (around 9:30 am) and witnessed an old man stop, barf all over the sidewalk, wipe his mouth on his sleeve, and continue on his merry way. I actually burst out in laughter. I continued to laugh, until literally five minutes later, I witnessed another man- similar description- repeated the actions of the man before. My laughter stopped. There are crotchety old men blowing chunks all over this city, and its not pretty. Britt and I are both boggled by these occurrences.

Britt also had a great sighting of crotchety old man sighting- as she walked home form work a lady approached an old Man (basically a stereotypically tiny Scottish man in plaid) to ask for directions. The old man screamed fuck off in here face and went on his way. I had to site down because I was laughing so hard when I heard this story. I hope you guys have the same vision and are brought the same joy.

Messages to pass on:
*the purple triscuits you sent me mom are unreal- I thank God everyday for their invention
*I've come to realize that Asians with Scottish accents are an incredible wonder of the world (I work with two!)
*on Wednesday everyone I worked with at Starbucks was Canadian- we blew customer's minds
*I was asked by a guy at my pub if I was Australian- it was like the moment in Dumb and Dumber when Lloyd responds lets throw another shrimp on the barbie when told the lady is Austrian.