You don't see that every day...

I live in a pretty nice area of the city. It's not Rosedale or Lawrence Park or anything, but it's a far cry from the more unseemly neighbourhoods. I know everyone likes to think they're alone at home in the backyard but there tends to be things like *ohidontknow* PATIO DOORS in other people's houses that prevent you from having the privacy you might think you have. You can imagine my surprise, and displeasure, when I got home from work one night and busied myself making dinner, looked out the window to check on The Parasite as she played in the backyard, and saw THIS:

Yes, that is a guy BBQ'ing on his balcony. In his underwear. I like to think it was too early in the day for drunkenness to be an excuse, but hey, I DON'T KNOW YOUR LIFE, BUDDY. What I do know is that is just unsafe. Why would you have so little separating your most delicate bits from open flame? More importantly, why on God's green earth would you think your neighbours are remotely interested in the sight of your burger-flipping ass? GAH! If you are my neighbour and you're reading this, I'm sure you're a very nice guy but I'm not at all sorry for making fun of you. After all, it's not MY FAULT I saw you in your underwear. No hard feelings, feel free to drop by for a beer and a laugh some time. Just put some pants on first, k?