I can’t find it but…

… the joke is: a mortgate is so technical, such a complicated monetary document that’s being measured using the least precise system – an arm’s length.

Who’s arm? Mine versus a 6.5′ guy’s arm? A toddler arm.

 

 

… it can’t be that bad a place.

When I first moved to Toronto, I was obsessed with the financial district, and spent a lot of time wandering around both day and night.

Because it’s our country’s economic hub, it’s polished each night probably more than any other area of the city. One time I saw a guy mopping the sidewalk.

(this has been an IAmNotAHippie.com post)