A visit to the single stall bathroom was made. Cleanliness was not in the cards, despite the sophisticated appearance of the shop itself. The password-locked stall was dim with yellow-tinted lights and reeked of cigarette smoke.
Lofty commercial buildings provided shade for the walk. “This is a nice, quaint district.” I thought, “I’d definitely like to explore further on a future trip.” The area was almost reminiscent of Yonge and Finch’s newer parts, or so I thought until I reached 3rd Street and San Pedro.
At first, I thought nothing of the abandoned car repair shop and its dusty, tan-hued surroundings. I even dismissed the weird glances I received from the man in front of me holstering a garbage bag over his shoulder. After passing 4th Street and San Pedro, I knew I had made a terrible mistake.
When I had finally reached 5th Street and San Pedro, my alertness radar shot off the chart. Not a single corner of the intersection was free from them. To my right was an endless series of tents and zombie-like citizens; to my left were more of these freakish beings huddled in a heap. In the distance, a lady lay sprawled out the sidewalk, as if making others aware that this garbage-laden strip of government-owned pavement was her territory.
Huffing and puffing, I reached the doors of the bus without a single soul-less body on my tail. The bus driver never appeared more angelic to me for not pulling away at the sight of me panting across the street. I shall be forever grateful to him for not only allowing me to board with insufficient funds on my Tap card, but also answering to my transit-related concerns.
Remember folks: San Pedro between 3rd and 5th Streets should be avoided AT ALL COSTS.