Introducing, El Jerko
Meet Mr. Jerk, the kind of guy who takes two places in the bus (meaning he puts his feet on the seat) and doesn’t give a damn about an old lady about to fall down. Then he proceeds to eat one of those granola bars and opens the window with the sole purpose of throwing the wrap on the street. Talk about wanting to beat the crap out of somebody, but I just rolled my eyes and said “c’est pas vrai” loud enough so he could hear me. Of course Mr. Jerk doesn’t really mind because he’s that, a big jerk. Don’t you just wish those people didn’t cross your path sometimes? The more I get to know Montrealers, the less I like them. Sorry about that, but some people in this city are too full of themselves.

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