Two Ottawa Strangers on Facebook

Me: We saw graffiti by the Ottawa river that read "Sarah Graydon is a whore". Then we looked you up on Facebook. The end.

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Sarah: There's more then one Sarah Graydon in Ottawa you fucking dick.

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Me: Yes.

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Sarah: So why did you send me this message? Where was this?

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Me: It was under a parkway bridge, down near the river, where I walk my dogs. It was painted on a wall.

I was walking my dogs with my wife and we saw the graffiti. And I said, jokingly, "I wonder who Sarah Graydon is? Maybe I should look her up in the phone book."

She laughed and said, "Look her up on Facebook."

So I punched in "Sarah Graydon" and your profile was obviously in Ottawa. So I sent you a message.

It struck me as vaguely funny. And your response ("fucking dick") made my wife and I laugh. So now everyone is happy.

Well, except maybe you. And maybe some other Sarah Graydon.

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Sarah: Thank you for ruining my evening. I'm glad it has amused you.

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Me: This sort of thing shouldn't ruin your evening. It's entirely random. Assuming it's not you.

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Sarah: I know Graffiti aritists in Ottawa and someone probably decided it would be funny to put that up or they were pissed or drunk. Can you give me a better location so we can go over it? Is this a big piece?

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Me: It's just a marker scrawl. Nothing big. No "artist" did this. I'll send you a picture of it. I just walked by it with my dogs and snapped two photos.


Before.


After.

As for the location... Hmm.

Here's a map.

There's a bike path that goes under the bridge there.

Credit where it's due: my wife Michelle put the map thing together for me.

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Sarah: Thank you!