On Saturday evening, while waiting to cross Steeles Ave on the way back home, I couldn’t help smiling at this one older lady who, obliviously or apathetically, was wearing a Zellers plastic bag over her head. Mike and my parents had noticed as well, but no one else seemed particularly surprised . . . we, the naive, had to painfully stifle giggles. And, of course, I had to take a picture from a safer remove (she seemed cranky — someone bumped into her and she yelled “What the heck?!!” loudly at the guy).

I think she was wearing it, as opposed to a plastic cap, to keep her hair in place on the breezy day.