My dear friend TB kills me. Today we were on the same train. I was going to Stratford to visit my 'rents for a bit. She was on her way to London to visit our old mutual roommate. Anyway, I'd convinced her to take the train with me because a) the Saturday morning train is really cheap for some reason; and b) they give you free refills on coffee. Honestly, I love sitting on the train in the morning while drinking coffee and watching the Southwestern Ontario scenery go by.
As soon as the train started moving, TB started saying "When do we get the coffee? I'm so excited for the coffee! How do they serve it? Do they have a cart like on planes or do you order it and they bring it to your seat? Is it here yet?" I explained to her that they serve it on a cart and that it would be coming shortly but we were on the last car so it might take awhile to get to us. I was sitting in the aisle seat and could see where the cart was so I assured her that I would let her know as soon as it got to our vicinity.
Well, dear ol' BT got out her change purse and waited. Finally, the cart came and the girl got her beloved coffee. No sooner than two seconds after we were served, I looked over at her cup and it was completly empty. "I wanted to make sure I was ready with my empty cup when the refills come around," she explained. "I wouldn't want to just get half a cup."
Awhile later the cart was passing by us and stopped. TB reaches over me and stops it with her cup. The attendant was quite startled to have a cup stuck out at her abruptly and said "would you like a refill?" Anyway, I laughed so hard at the girl. She was so excited about her coffee. I'd never seen someone railroad a serving cart in such a manner.
Tomorrow I'm going to meet up with TB and old roommate in London. It'll be weird hanging out with my Toronto friends on my sort-of-home turf.
So far I've had an okay time back in Stratford. I just went for a drive to Shoppers and Zellers. I find driving always such a fun novelty when I'm visiting. I've noticed that as I've gotten older, I don't even run into people I know anymore here. Which is a mixed blessing I suppose. I no longer run into people I'd sooner forget, but I also don't run into enjoyable people either.
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isn't it strange how you don't run into people anymore? when you're home, do you sometimes feel that it's not 'home' anymore? i've been back in buffalo for about a year and a half after a six year absence, and it still doesn't feel like home. i'm glad i don't run into high school people anymore, but i feel like a stranger in my old neighborhood (which is a really weird feeling).
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