An Educational Trip to Toronto
A few years ago, I had signed up for a one-day workshop (nothing to do with writing). I drove through the fog, along the lakeshore, headlights turned on. Somehow, I missed the high-pitched beep-beeping which would have warned me of my forgetfulness.
Off I went, scurrying along through the underground parking lot, up into the daylight, and over to the hotel to find the location of the classroom. By that time, I was a few minutes late. I abhor being late. For anything. I’m also disinclined to drive on superhighways. The ones with four lanes or more, going in the same direction. Given the two options, I’d decided on the scenic route, hence the fog along the shoreline.
Anyway, back to the classroom. I enjoyed the day, totally oblivious of my draining car battery.
Already dreading the drive back home, imagine my surprise (and dismay) when the engine would not start. I did not have a cell phone. I did not carry booster cables in my car.
Back to the hotel I went, searching for help.
The young receptionist introduced me to one of the housekeepers--a middle-aged woman, who barely spoke English, but gesticulated with her hands in a well-meaning Italian grandmother kind of way. She had a car, but no booster cables.
A few minutes later, the housekeeper returned after locating a young man who had a set of booster cables, but no car.
Both of my “rescuers” met me in the lower level parking, arriving in a butter-toffee-coloured Mercedes, the housekeeper sitting behind the wheel.
You can’t always judge a book by its cover…
Treasure Hunting in Tidal Pools
A Visit to the Pet Supply Store
An Educational Trip to Toronto
Beachcombing in Bayfield
Engaging With the Flora and Fauna
Iguana Sighting in the Wild
A few years ago, I had signed up for a one-day workshop (nothing to do with writing). I drove through the fog, along the lakeshore, headlights turned on. Somehow, I missed the high-pitched beep-beeping which would have warned me of my forgetfulness.
Off I went, scurrying along through the underground parking lot, up into the daylight, and over to the hotel to find the location of the classroom. By that time, I was a few minutes late. I abhor being late. For anything. I’m also disinclined to drive on superhighways. The ones with four lanes or more, going in the same direction. Given the two options, I’d decided on the scenic route, hence the fog along the shoreline.
Anyway, back to the classroom. I enjoyed the day, totally oblivious of my draining car battery.
Already dreading the drive back home, imagine my surprise (and dismay) when the engine would not start. I did not have a cell phone. I did not carry booster cables in my car.
Back to the hotel I went, searching for help.
The young receptionist introduced me to one of the housekeepers--a middle-aged woman, who barely spoke English, but gesticulated with her hands in a well-meaning Italian grandmother kind of way. She had a car, but no booster cables.
A few minutes later, the housekeeper returned after locating a young man who had a set of booster cables, but no car.
Both of my “rescuers” met me in the lower level parking, arriving in a butter-toffee-coloured Mercedes, the housekeeper sitting behind the wheel.
You can’t always judge a book by its cover…
Treasure Hunting in Tidal Pools
A Visit to the Pet Supply Store
An Educational Trip to Toronto
Beachcombing in Bayfield
Engaging With the Flora and Fauna
Iguana Sighting in the Wild