I was on my way to work when I spotted this most Canadian of travesties.
Yep. That's a Timbits box. A lonely, abandoned Timbits box perched sadly atop a roof.
How did you get up there, little guy? What sort of monster would do such a thing?
And then it hit me.
Walter.
There is clearly a distraught teacher-turned-drug-kingpin roaming the streets of Toronto.
