On a blistering hot day, Alex and I decided to forgoe Pride Activities in favour of sitting in Nathan Phillips Square listening to jazz music and sitting beside the water, with Alex's head in my lap.
We had been sitting like this for no more than 5 minutes when a homeless guy (again, I'm calling him homeless for lack of a better phrase--he could very well have had a home) approached us.
"Hey man," the guy said, laughing, "I just had to come over and tell you that I've never seen that much hair on a man's face before. I saw you, and saw how much hair you had, and I just had to tell you!" The guy kept rambling on and on about the dense, thick hair that has migrated out of Alex's official beard area and onto his cheeks and neck, for a good five minutes before finally wandering off.
I waited until he was out of earshot before I got in my dig. "Alex, a crazy guy just complimented you on how hairy you are. Does that tell you anything?" I chided him.
"Yah," he said, excitedly, "a crazy guy just complimented me on my hair! Now, I'm never going to shave!"