Wallets And Suitcases And Sprite, Oh My!

, , , , , | Hopeless | June 24, 2016

(I am traveling via Montreal. I am tired from hauling two suitcases, upset at leaving my mother, and coming down with a bad laryngitis (but don’t know it yet). I arrive from the U.S. by bus and buy a Metro ticket to downtown. An elderly man comes running after me:)

Elderly Man: “You forgot your wallet at the ticket window!”

Me: “Oh, my! It still has all my money in it, too! Thank you so much!”

(Downtown I escalate myself and suitcases up three floors to Information to find out where to catch the airport shuttle. One of my suitcases tips over and I don’t have the strength to pick it up. A man comes up.)

Man: “Where are you going?”

Me: “I’m trying to get to the shuttle.”

(He goes to the information desk to make sure of the location, then hauls the heavy suitcase two floors down and two streets over to the shuttle depot, makes sure it’s the right shuttle, puts my suitcases on the bus and wishes me a good trip. There are a few minutes before the shuttle leaves so I go into a nearby soda fountain. It’s nearly empty and the staff are obviously trading jokes. I smiled at the good cheer.)

Me: “Can I just get a soda water?”

Staff: “Are you very thirsty?”

Me: “Yes.”

(I pay for my drink, but when I took a sip it was the more expensive Sprite! I have never forgotten the three ‘angels’ and bless them whenever I think of Montreal.)

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