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"Know what I don't like about alleys?
The way people come out of them crazy fast!"

Overheard at the intersection of an alley at Manitoba Street, on the North side of West Broadway. A duo I assumed to be mother and son were walking along Manitoba, and approaching the mouth of the alley. I was in the alley; already at a full stop at the intersection, waiting for them to walk by, when the mother uttered the above comment. I waited until they were in front of me, and said loudly, "not always!" For whatever reason, they ran the rest of the way to the next corner, and disappeared around it. So hard to make new friends.