Yesterday my morning started with the alarm going off at 6 a.m., for my trip to Lennoxville. Anyways, I got dressed, did my face, packed the rest of my stuff and headed for the local bus. The first train I took was a GoTrain. It would have been nice if the ticket man had bothered to tell me that cars 22 & 25 are accessible when I purchased my ticket. Instead I lugged my very heavy knapsack and large suitcase (4 day trip but middle child had a list of stuff for me to bring) up into the train. Oh well, I did spill my coffee all over the ticket agents kiosk.
Within an hour, I arrived at Union station in Toronto and a very nice lady tapped me on the shoulder directing me to the elevator, I was in the line for the stairs and she knew I would have tumbled down probably bringing the rest of them with me. Okay, if you have never been to Union station in the morning rush hour, well it is a zoo and of course there are ‘under construction’ everywhere making matters worse. Luckily, I finally found the right direction to go for my next train ride on Via Rail, but it was on the upper floor and apparently there was no elevator to be found according to some guy I asked. I stood at the bottom of the 20 million stairs and gasped as I looked up. I lugged my heavy knapsack which is tied to my very large, heavy suitcase and lifted it up one stair and stopped. I am never going to make it I thought and of course murmured my favourite word fuck. As I stood there bewildered and sort of blocking the stairs, a nice gentleman looked at me and asked if I needed help? I smiled my biggest smile and said oh yes, thank you. My knapsack and suitcase are now at the top of the 20 million stairs.
Next I am in a short line for my ticket for Montreal, then on to gate 17 which has a long line, but this is when I do not mind being disabled – Preboarding! The Via Rail agent takes me to the elevator and next thing you know, I am the first one in my car and I have first choice of a seat. Yes! And coffee soon comes. My morning is getting better.
No surprise here, the Via train was late getting to Montreal. Apparently a freight train was on the track in some sort of ‘emergency’ situation. I was expecting to see flames but nothing, instead we just sat there for twenty minutes. It now looks like I will be late for my next connection. Crap.
I arrived in Montreal and the Via stewards are all very nice wanting to assist me (looking for a tip) so I let the steward take my luggage and he says he will meet me upstairs under the red ball in two or three minutes. Another ten minutes go by, I am not happy, his tip will be crap. Off to my cab and I told him he has fifteen minutes to get me to the Central Bus station, yes, in rush hour. He gets a nice tip, even though I gained more grey hair with his driving, I make my bus.
Immediately I fell asleep on the Montreal to Sherbrooke bus and before I knew it, I was hauling another cab to take me to my daughter’s apartment.
The bonus, she has made stew in the slow cooker (without a recipe) and it tastes good.