I am waiting at Main Street subway station for a streetcar home. My yoke/load is easy/heavy, having just gone grocery shopping at the 24 Sobey's and local green-grocer. I do not like being weighed down by melons at the best of times, and this is no exception. I have opted to purchase my goods about 10 minutes from our house because the roommate is out of town and I have hobbitted myself up, with only the senile, colloquy cat for company. To trek the half hour by streetcar down to Kensington Market would have simply been too much.
Two people on the bench next to me, a man and a woman, are talking. I have my earphones in and so can't hear the content of their conversations but the occasional head nodding in my periphery is enough to alert me. After a while, the man stands up and leaves. The woman turns and mouths something to me. I take out one of my earphones and turn to her, noticing the overabundance of bags at her feet.
"Do you or anyone you know like candles?"
We gots a crazy. And I do not accept candles from crazies.
"Um, my friends and I are more incense people."
*Mental high five to self*
The streetcar mercifully pulls up and I wish the generous bag lady a good day. I get on and the car quickly pulls away. The lady has stayed on the bench. It would seem that her location is more of a social outlet than a mid-journey repose. A young man sits down on the bench next to her. They talk for a moment and then she starts fishing around in her bag with a huge smile on her face.
I wish I had taken a candle.
2 comments:
I live in the suburbs and have very few interesting encounters with people. Or I have very few encounters with interesting people.
Wow, that turned surprisingly anti-D right at the end there. What with the care about humanity and all.
But mental high five nonetheless, both for the zinger and the revelation. And for posting in general, because that needs to happen more often.
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