It wasn't me.
Yes, I was in Toronto today...not far from Yonge and Bloor...but it wasn't me.
And if you need a witness, I was brunching with the very gracious Tania from Candied Quince at Over Easy.
For those of you who don't know what I'm referring to, here's a link to The Toronto Star's Tim Hortons explosion kills one.
I didn't find out about it until I came home about an hour ago when the exbf asked me if the bomb in Toronto affected my plans. (What?!)
I also want to know what it is with our home-grown bombers. I mean, look what happened in Spain, London and 9/11--all major centres --transportation, business and military. But here...our targets are doughnut/coffee shops...
No, this isn't the first time it's happened--for those of you who've forgotten your Canadian history, the FLQ targetted The Second Cup because they didn't translate their name into French.
So what was behind today's explosion? I don't know. And I'm not going to play guessing game as to why...
I just hope it all stops NOW and no innocent people are hurt or killed.
Timmys count temporarily suspended.