[URBAN NOTE] Lost in translation

[rfmcdonald]

I was walking on the south side of Bloor Street just now, past Trinity-St. Paul's United Church. There, I saw a woman standing on the steps of a side entrance and talking to a man in a foreign language, speaking something in some sort of Slavic language with a chirpy inflection. She cupped her hands around her breasts, in some sort of explanatory gesture, at the same time that she said "Michael Jackson."

No, I didn't stop and ask her what she meant by that. Maybe I should have.