Did you hear about the Helena Guergis event at the Charlottetown airport? Blew a stack eh? Perhaps her reputation too. We saw the same thing at breakfast this morning. Seated in the alley in front of Margarita’s we ordered beans, bacon and toast. Across the alley women dressed in orange coveralls were collecting, sorting and stacking garbage in large plastic pushcarts. That’s when a lady, dressed in a ridiculous purple outfit and seated in same the alley but down from us about 10 meters, blew her stack. Holding a large white handkerchief over her nose she vented her rage at the ladies in orange. She followed up her words with the ice in her glass as well as her remaining breakfast. The signal was clear, “The odor from your garbage has dirtied my meal.” In spite of everything the ladies in orange never batted an eye. The purple lady’s husband, an Englishman I think, fled the scene in embarrassment. I see myself in Helena and the purple lady. To my regret I’ve also blanketed unpleasant situations with angry words, insensitive words, impatient words.
The contract on our six bedroom house was signed weeks ago. Possession date was tomorrow, March 1. Three days ago I took Arlene out to check the place. We saw no evidence of any preparations for our arrival. Then the landlord sent his regrets and asked for a two week delay. It seems that his mother was hospitalized and so he had no time to get rid of all the messes and spruce things up. We really don’t have any options. So, I’ve convinced Arlene that we should make a 1,000 mile trip up the coast and visit some customers. We have a list of eighty names in Hanoi alone and so killing off two weeks should be no problem.
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