To my left there were two older ladies sitting on the designated, blue seats. Now, what a pleasant sight it was to see them. They were dressed almost identically. White pants, colourful, flowery tops, nice jewellery and one of them had these amazingly large black shades. Large but still not large enough to hide the entire face. She was the one in charge. She acted more informed and more bossy. She would tell the other, the lady with long white wavy hair set in 1950's Hollywood style, all the details about the next station, what one cold find there, and on which side of the train the door would open. They were chatting away. It showed they were very excited about something. My mind wondered. "Are they going shopping? Are they getting some hula dance lessons? Are they going to the movies? Better yet, are they heading to the theatre? Or maybe they are meeting some old girl friends after a very long time?" Oh gosh! It is so exciting to think...
T Shirt No. 17, Dancing Inukshuk, 2018
Just before Yonge station the bossy, but still very friendly and protective lady leaned over to my side and enquired about the doors openning at Yonge. "Yonge at heart!", I thought to my self looking at her with a smile and answered, "it will open on the left". Immediately, the bossy lady stood up using her cane but only to help her girl friend up from her seat. The lady with the large dark glasses showed signs of such friendly, motherly over-protectiveness. I loved it. I wondered if the other lady saw this protective side of her friend or did she think it was not necessary, even annoying. I just loved it. These two ladies were a living image of what you read about on Facebook sometimes. You know what I am talking about, two or three old ladies sitting in the most bizarre places laughing and smoking cigarettes or performing activities specific to youngsters in teenage years.
As the train stopped, the two old standing ladies swayed on their feet holding each other tight and protecting from falling. What a lovely sight. Their bodied clinging to each other, white pant to white pant, flowery shirt to flowery shirt. When you think about it... was it some kind of prerequisite to wear these to get in? Some secret society? I digress. This short trip made me think of one friend of mind and me...hmm. Are we going to be like that in thirty years? I can only hope so! Right away I took out my phone and texted my friend that I saw us in 30!! I was so excited that I had to let her know right away even though I knew I would keep her away from her busy desk...
I am so lucky to have a friend who will hold my hand when that train jerks to stop. For you I will wear white pants with flowery shirt any day!! Hell! I will even wear too large eye wear and a cane! Just say the word!
Hugs my friends! Stay happy and friendly, my loves!!
