Ontario Place, Toronto
I walked with a friend whom I'd known since high school. The grounds were flat, concrete based, a parking lot, and there were lots of people strolling in the beautifully warm sunshine.
We heard swearing of a kind commonly associated with foul-mouths. My friend and I stopped chatting and observed as a gaggle of teenagers approached. They were the origin of the profanity, which continued to roll-out in processional pomp as both parties closed the distance. The metal-head black t-shirts were cool and, unfairly perhaps, looked the uniform of the profane. More audible: "F__k (this), F__k (that); F__k!"
The swear squad passed to our right. I turned to my friend and said: "Must be a Yale man."
My buddy, all too well knowing my reference, laughed out loud. (He's a loud laugher.)
As I looked back to my path ahead I noticed a hand-holding, cute older couple who were looking back at me and smiling.
Note: Guns N' Roses was playing that day at the CNE Grandstand....not that that was an indicator of profanity in the park.
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