rescue mission

Last Tuesday, I went to the Horseshoe Tavern to hang out with my friend Paul, who had travelled to Toronto and was chained to a merchandise table for one of the performing bands. Here is Paul, below. (N.B. Neither Paul nor I have any connection whatever to The Midway State, though he, I, and a concert-goer who approached the table all agreed that there was something fundamentally off-putting about the singer's hair. Said this concert-goer, who endeared himself to me immediately: "They're like the Moffatts, but with Strokes hair." No luck finding online photos of The Midway State. Sorry.)

Somewhere in the middle of one of the sets, Paul pointed out what seemed to be a sweater on the floor. Here is the what-seemed-to-be-a-sweater, on the floor:

Look at these people's legs! Do they even care? But because Paul is kind, and not merely an observer, he dove into the crowd and snatched the article from a certain and impending demise, placing it on a ledge near us. It turned out, upon closer inspection, to be a scarf.

Paul took the scarf home and washed it (I believe). It has since found a happy purpose, and can be found gracing the neck of Paul's scarf-loving and lovely girlfriend Kate. It may be shift work, but it is fulfilling work nonetheless.