Flashback :
about two weeks ago, down underground. I go to Berri-UQAM telling me that I will find a bus going north. Issued at Shebrooke (street, not the city), I still have not found the bus. At the light, I heard two ladies (one of my age and older, who seem not to know) to discuss how best to go north. I ask them if they know where the buses. They respond that, yes, but they depart from Berri-UQAM and are delivered to our full height. The older of the two says it will take a taxi and we can ship with it. Both live near my new apartment. So we are looking for a taxi. This was not easy. (After a loooong search, a group of four boys is trying to steal the taxi that we wanted to, but they decide to leave when they see the heart with which the girl of my age started to run towards the taxi , coupled with the icy stare that I gave them run.)
During our long walk, the lady informs us that she will retire two weeks later. It works for my former employer.
After arrival, the lady would not let me pay part of the taxi. She said to consider it as my "aunt montreal.
Yesterday:
I will join friends in a pub in Old Montreal. There is a retirement party behind us. I hear that's a retiree from my former employer. The lady is very similar to the one with whom I shared a taxi. It's stronger than me, I must go talk to him. It's actually her. I wish him a wonderful retirement.
I enjoyed it more punchée finish, but there's nothing else to say about it.
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Moving in 15 days! I think I'll spend the first week in my new apartment for just spin about myself in the middle of the show. Maybe even humming.
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