Do whatcha gotta do.
I was in line at the beer store yesterday (surprise!) when the girl at the register suddenly went running after some bum who tried to steal a two-four. She rescued the valuable product and continued her work.When I got back to the car I noticed a grubby looking cyclist (lot's of those in my neighbourhood) covered in scabs and tattoos having a debate about the matter with another customer. I only caught a brief snippet where the scab guy said the beer store had insurance.
When I got back in the car my son, who had been listening to the debate, started to chuckle. He told me the scab/tattoo guy was defending the bum's actions on the grounds that the bum was only doing "what he had to do to survive."
Does this kind of thing only happen here in good ol' Hamtown? Man, sometimes I love this city!