Here it goes again....
Friday, April 24, 2009
So this morning I walk past the coffee shop on the way to the Dalhousie C-train station, as I do most every morning. I saunter by the security guard, who now knows me, and we say hey. But this morning there's a new security guard.
He asks me, quite politely, if I've parked in the lot. I say "no," and he says "ok," although his face scrunches up like a dehydrated lemmon, which tells me that either he just swallowed a fishbone or he doesn't believe me.
I can't wait until Monday when I appear "out of knowhere" and walk past him and the whole questioning thing starts over again.







