One says: “I can retire here.”
Other says: “Sure, but till then we must find life elsewhere.”
One and Other move to the city.
One says: “It’s loud.”
Other says: “Sure is. The apartment you picked is right downtown and so are the bars.”
One says: “I’ll use earplugs.”
Other says: “Check the line-up through the window. The girls got confused and wear their summer skirts.”
One says: “The legs are kinda purple.”
Other says: “It’s 3:30 in the morning and it snows.”
One says: “Darn sad OSAP goes down this road. You think the parents know?”
Coffee shops, restaurants and cafés compete with lunch specials and pizza-delivering isn't a problem at all. The train and Greyhound is a block away and so is the square with departing busses every 20 minutes. One can take any and many trips with a month-pass. Bus number 9 goes straight to the mall with Final Sales all year round; number ten takes a detour, 11 stops at the hospital and 54 in front of the movies. Bus drivers are friendly and direct any lost soul towards a desired destination.
Other says: “There’s a very senior couple on the bus. The wife is very matriarchal, sits with her purse on her lap and gets the husband with the cane to watch out for their stop -- as if every trip is their first.”
One says: “Really?”
Other says: “The wife wasn’t with him today, hope she’s not ill.”
One says: “They’ll be fine. Did you see my earplugs?”
Other says: “We must find another place.”
One says: “Thought you like it in the city.”
Other says: “I have to scroll the bar way down to find my year of birth on the computer. It means I’m getting old.”
One says: “I miss life out in the country.”
Other says: “I saw two skunks in the park today.”
One says: “The earplugs?”
Either or, one is less and one is more.
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