There were these two Canadians a couple of rows in front of me talking talking talking all the way from Vancouver and its now halfway to Bumfuck and even with my earplugs this low rumble of men’s voices six or eight hours worth I for one was tired of it. You know how I get.
So we pull in at Williams Lake and these two pile off stat for a smoke. This one chick from way back thinking they have de-bussed for good, immediately and forthrightly schleps all her shit forward and plops down evidently solving her own annoyances from the back forty. Then a true little old lady gets on, new passenger, and sits down beside her. Immediately entrenched.
OK, smoke break’s over, and two bewildered Canadians find themselves other arrangements. Oh well," one of them sighs as he heads to the back in search of a seat. Totally Canadian.
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