24 Jun 2000
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Today didn't get off to a good start after I tripped over a phone cord.
(Argh, those OT powerz finally got me!) No pain or serious damage, but I
had to becareful walking since part of my foot was numb, as a misstep would
result in a face-plant. (Since I had the signs, I had to at least get those
to the picket.)
Standing at the North point was doable. The org has scaffolding up in
front, so I could lean my butt against that. Alan zipped up to the copy
shop and ran off 500 flyers, and we went through most of those as well as
some other that he had before the copy shop finished the order.
The org does have scaffolding out front. There's a wooden deck at the 2nd
floor, just short of the sign. No sign of any construction yet. The
scaffolding is at the street edge of the sidewalk and to the org overhang.
This gives them a little hiding space between the org and the scaffolding.
Renovations before selling the building? They seem to have fixed almost all
the broken windows. (If anyone comes across anything more than idle rumour,
*please* post ASAP!)
The usual morning crew were there to handle us. And an extra-duty officer
paid for by the org. (*KA-CHING**!) The officer was definitely on the ball,
and was frequently scanning the street to see what was happening. He did
miss Dan doing his cheap school-yard bully act at the South end -- gee do
you think Dan might have planned that?
However the Harridan got nailed but good.
She was trying the full TR, accusing me liking boys, wearing makeup, etc
("When life becomes a battlefield, $cientology napalms your brain!") She
snatched one flyer, which was cool -- one per person. Then she continued
with her TR while fanning my face with the flyer. At this point, I made eye
contact with the officer, and signaled with my eyebrows. (I have very vocal
eyebrows -- it's an SP power!) He settled back to watch. Then she tried
for a second flyer, ripping the bottom off of it. "Officer!" He was right
on the scene, and said, and I quote "You were harassing him, and I want you
to keep the fuck away from him."
This officer was of the old school. I doubt he would have ever used such
language in the presence of a lady. But that was moot since only the
Harridan was there. (Her mind must be a very dark dank place.)
After that she kept her distance for the rest of the picket, only once
trying to verbally snipe from a distance down the sidewalk.
We left for lunch at 1pm, came back after 2pm, then broke at 3pm when the
Dyke March crowd started to gather.
Afterwards, I retired to a bar across the street from the org for a pint of
pain killer, some suicide wings, and watch the march. Way cool! Everyone
looked like they were having a lot of fun. (In Ontario, it is legal for
anyone of either sex to go topless. Some did. :^)
Most of the org people hung around, but stayed behind the inner scaffolding.
Their expression generally seemed a "deer in headlights" reaction. A bit
before the march came past, there were people on the 2nd and 3rd floors
shutting the windows and closing blinds. Mario quickly drafted someone to
help him drag in with the e-meter table. "The dykes are coming! Aiiiieee!"
(Oddly enough, they actually had a purple Quantum on display in the
afternoon. I wonder who donated it?)
Looking at the building, the one thing that really stands out is that every
block of windows is a patchwork of blinds. There's one chunk of the 4th/5th
floor that looks like someone hung aqua bedsheets. Each other office has
it's own "blinds" and different look. Yuck!
After the march had gone part, someone nicely opened up the view to the 2nd
floor room. Interesting.
Ron of that ilk.
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