Midgets with Timbits

Yes, there is a real story behind Midgets with Timbits. As part of my job, I travel throughout the Greater Toronto Area. A few years ago, I had to go to Hamilton for a meeting. As you may or may not know, driving almost anywhere and doing almost anything in Hamilton is more than unusually irritating. I say this with love and respect, since it is my father's ancestral home. The city, especially downtown, has, shall we say, a certain "flavour". I don't think it would make an especially good ice-cream flavour. So after my meeting, I'm desperately trying to escape the surprisingly dense gravitational pull of the downtown core, and circling ever more frantically through the maze of one-way streets, confusing street signs, lanes that appear out of nowhere and go nowhere, and looking for a clear path to the highway and freedom . Driving through Hamilton, you have to notice that every corner contains a Tim Horton's. On this particular day, however, I was in no mood for coffee. Stopped, finally, at a stop sign at yet another corner, I caught pedestrians crossing out of the corner of my eye and settled to wait. As I cast around looking for street signs that might give me a clue as to whether I was actually heading in the right direction, at the right time of day, in the right season, I realized suddenly that it was taking the pedestrians an awfully long time to get across the street. In irritation and, let's face it, nascent panic, I narrowed my focus to the offending pedestrians, only to discover that they were, in fact, little people. Carrying Timbits. Only in Hamilton. So, I apologize for the term "midgets". It just makes a better band name.