Dear SooToday.com:
Hiyas.
My name is Brittany Soo and I'm from New York.
Yesterday I was in the Market Mall to pick up a birthday card for my mom when I ran into one of your reporters.
After we talked for a bit, I told her I was a model and she asked me if I'd like to come and help her with an assignment.
For some reason, she wanted to know exactly how tall I am (with shoes) and if I minded getting a little wet.
"I'm 11 and a half inches, or 29 centimetres tall without the hair," I told her. "Thirteen inches or 33 centimetres if you count the hair, And, I've done swimsuit modelling. So, no, I don't mind getting wet for a shoot."
First, we headed to the Churchill Plaza and your reporter had me sit in a pothole on Wellington Street.
Next we drove up the street a bit to Shannon Road.
That's where we found two more nice potholes for her to shoot.
I didn't mind sitting on the edge of the one on Shannon Road.
But the one on Wellington Street was a no go when I saw that yellow pickup truck swerve to run through it and splash your reporter.
Don't tell Carol Martin, but after what she put me through today, I thought it was pretty funny watching her trying to wipe the cold, dirty water off her pants.
I also thought it was hilarious when, right after Carol got splashed, she noticed that she'd locked her keys in her car.
And her mobile phone, too! LOL!
Carol paced up and down Shannon Road for a bit until a nice fellow named Josh came along and let her use his phone to call for a tow truck to come open the car.
I chillaxed on the car while Carol took pictures of City work crews removing melting snow and driving around with tar in their trucks instead of fixing the potholes she was taking pictures of.
Just about the time I was wondering whether I should put on some sunscreen, John showed up in a Big Hook Towing truck.
It took him about a minute to open your reporter's locked door.
I noticed there was no alarm system.
Carol wouldn't last an hour in New York.
Once we were back in the car, it was a whirlwind tour of Sault Ste. Marie potholes.
We went up Shannon Road to Queen Street and then stopped to shoot a nice big hole on Pine Street at Queen.
Then we stopped for two more big ones on Pine, one at McNabb and another in front of some Allard Street apartments.
After that we went around to Northern Avenue and stopped just after Willow Avenue for another pothole.
We went up Great Northern Road to Second Line, where we found a nice one in the middle of the road.
But then, I put my supermodel foot down.
There was no way I was going out into that traffic for a photo!
Your reporter had a lot of nerve to even think I might go for it.
She was happy again, though, when we found a deep one on Second Line West in front of the PUC C.J. Murphy Service Centre.
I slipped and fell over and she just had to shoot the picture anyway.
How embarrassing!
Carol made it up to me when she picked me up a yogurt and berries at Tim Hortons on the corner of John Street and St. George's Avenue.
Well, she made it up to me for a few minutes.
Then she asked me to go sit in another two potholes.
One on St. George's Avenue in front of R.J.'s Market and the other on John Street near Northland Road.
She also took me to a little bump on Northland Road saying something about this one being for her mechanic, Marcel.
Apparently it's where her front wheel fell off when she broke a ball joint just before Christmas.
For a woman who whines so much about her car, you'd think she'd clean it once in a while.
Over on Wallace Terrace near Fifth Avenue, she said we were nearly done.
We dd a pothole shoot there and nearly broke her car again in another crater on Fifth Avenue.
Truthfully, that one was more like a six-foot sink hole.
But Carol said it was getting too dark too shoot, so we continued on to the corner of Goulais Avenue and Second Line West.
She shot some potholes in front of Mac's Mart and another rough spot right on the corner.
Lastly we headed over to the corner of St. Basil's Street and Durban Road for one more pothole that seemed to take up most of the road.
Now I'm borrowing your reporter's computer to write to you.
I just wanted to let you know, Carol, that you're a little weird and I need to know whether you're going to replace my shoes, which were ruined today.
If you need to reach me, I'll be staying in town for a spell before I head down state again.
Lovely little city you have here, though.
The friendly people almost make me forget the bumpy roads.
Ta-ta-4 now,
- Brittany Soo