lost It probably happened is you wake up knowing that the clock had not rung and knowing just as well that you were late. You wake up in disaster and you already know that the day will go wrong.
I dress quickly and call the boss to tell him I'll be late. He said he should go, but he will leave the cab unlocked with the keys hidden in the usual place. I drink a large glass of juice orange and m'asperge face with cold water before leaving.
Obviously, the bus arrives late is crowded and I have to sneak into the driveway and stammered an apology. At the moment, my face not shaved guys who just stand does not fit into the landscape too tired faces who have just finished their days. The journey is endless, I'm getting pushed around a couple of times, a teen hit me with his backpack, to catch the driver slows as a beginner and I have to type the fetid breath of another passenger who expires loudly discomfort. A typical bus ride anything.
I come finally to destination to discover a vehicle so dirty, that I must pass the car wash if I glue that I want to avoid a ticket. I also want to take me a breakfast at the Petro, there's nothing for you shield the stomach. Obviously, there are three cars waiting in front of me. At the point where I am, not 10-15 minutes more or less that will make a difference.
then I found a place in front of metro Laurier Gilford. It is rare that there is room, it must mean that it is busy. It is without relying on Murphy, who tells me his law since I opened my eyes. My coffee has had time to cool down when I arrive first on the job. Then I saw a lady in gown and slippers. She is far ahead, but I know already it is coming towards me, it's inevitable. I bury my nose in a book that I pretend to read when the lady knocks on my window.
is a woman who had to be beautiful long ago. Her hair regrowth which goes to the cheeks are as dirty as his flannel jacket. She does not need to approach unduly so I feel the smell of rancid and alcohol she hangs out with her.
- This would be for a small order.
Without giving me time to respond, she continues.
- My sister is coming from Abitibi, I need 26 ounces of gin, a 1.5 liter Molson sharp mind if you want I add a small egg sandwich would be perfect. I give you 20 dollars you is correct?
I think the fabulous feast that awaits her sister and refused as politely as possible. I feel a little guilty when I see her get on board by reversal of the two other taxis behind me, but I'd feel guilty to feel that the old jacket while the rest of the evening.
then the races will be forthcoming. It's the middle of the week, the rush of end of session, it is not hot, the world saves for the holidays, in fact all are good reasons to explain this mess.
It is almost midnight when I board a client who will finally make me roll more than 10 minutes. After some small talk to use on the temperature, the conversation quickly turns off. I climb on the radio to avoid it on again. I have no head to speak again of the coming winter, the joyous holiday season, I'm already tired, magic is not what it was.
is filed after that I'm sticking by a vehicle that seems to be the Ministry of Transport. Murphy's strike again! Wadding seal now?
- Good evening sir, I will ask for your papers, you have a vehicle?
- No I praise, but that's why you stop me?
- You turned to a place that is only allowed for buses.
- I saw the sign. I also saw one that says 7h-22h.
- Oh yeah? There's this here?
officer who seems caught off guard looks at his watch to check the time. It does not seem to be sure, but still goes with my papers. It costs less than a minute after telling me he's going to have to go check on the corner in question.
- Worry not, you will not have a ticket if what you say is true. I wish you good evening.
A good evening my ass yeah! I expect he passes me and put me in his wake. I note the coordinates of the vehicle and then go to the corner in question to photograph the sign in question. Better to ask than to fall in, I told myself.
Subsequently, I did not ask my rest. The taxi was not completely paid, but how it was going, I told myself it would not be a bad idea to finish it there. I'm going to gas, I took a taxi and took the last bus to go home.
The bus was empty, just like me.