I possess both the privilege and ignorance to believe there is nothing better than all-day Sunday brunch. When we found a nearby parking spot across from the brunch place…well, this was worthy of forsaking any sense of cool and celebrating with a high five.
While paying for parking, I noticed the brunch place looked ominously dark. I ran over to check. An employee was smoking outside and informed me with well-restrained satisfaction that the restaurant had just closed. He added unnecessarily, “I saw you high-fiving when you found that parking spot.”
I was disappointed more so by my loss of cool than loss of brunch. Was parking really that sparse in Toronto or were we really that obnoxious? In any case, I suppose I’m glad we could provide some form of entertainment.