You could be the girl at the station who had a Cinderella moment with a transvestite. She's probably busy wondering how her Prince Charming turned out to be so heavily bosomed. She's probably tanked and tottering and will eventually break her ankle getting out of a cab. Bet she's thinking of you and the fact that for a brief and mortifying moment her cock was in your face.
You could be the girl who walked down King Street past the dope smoking boys and wondered if they thought they we cool (they did) and if smoking pot on King Street was some kind of modern day right of passage. You could be the girl who shook her head like a nana at this modern generation before remembering times when she'd done just the same thing, only more discreetly, of course.
You could be the girl laughing at Visy. There's a name for the enjoyment of the pratfalls of others. I think it's Visy.
You could be the girl sitting at home and wondering why she's turned all high school over her infant boy crush - not a real crush just a small hormonal matter, yeah. Honestly, other people are starting to notice. It's getting a bit embarrassing. Really embarrassing. Oh christ this is so embarrassing.