Minding my own business walking down Montreal Rd. the other day when a mentally ill person yanks the coffee I am drinking out of my hands and chucks it into the middle of the street. Luckily there were no cars coming at that exact moment, but it was unpleasant. I booted it out of there so fast. Not the first time this has happened to me (last time it was a paper). I also had a woman throw some cans she had collected at me at the bus stop on Beechwood. Not to mention the quasi-weekly encounters with the myriad dudes who have confused OC Transpo buses for masturbation parlours. This is why I need to leave the pedestrian/public transit game. In the words of Det. Murtaugh, "I'm too old for this sh**"