Early yesterday morning, the young man started his return home for Christmas break. The trip requires a lot of patience and travelling. His day begins with a cab ride to the bus station, then a two-hour bus ride from Sherbrooke, Quebec to Montreal. In Montreal he catches the subway to the train station (Mom forked out the money for the express train). The train ride from Montreal to Toronto takes approximately five and a half hours. Once in Toronto, he catches another train, which will take him to Aldershot, where he will be picked up by his father. The entire trip takes approximately nine hours, so he is quite the tired camper when he arrives home.
When he started his trip yesterday, I sent him a text message, this was how our conversation went:
Mom: Have a safe trip today.
The young man: Pretty sure the bus is going to crash.
Mom: Why of why do you say these things to me?
The young man: I can’t even see my hand in front of my face, it’s so white out and I’m in the bus.
Mom: Are you serious or are you just freaking me out.
The young man: Oh, it’s my turn to drive now, can’t talk. The driver lost his arm to a wild boar, so we’ve been rotating.
Mom: Geez. Love you. I’m off to the market now.
The young man: Don’t forget to actually buy, and bring food home.
Mom: I’ve bought milk, one is defrosting, plus cereal, and chewy bars. Now I just need Brussel sprouts to go with the ribs.
The young man: NO! My first meal home is not going to be Brussel sprouts. I refuse. Buy good food. Broccoli.
Mom: Wide grin.
The young man: Cauliflower. Beans. Potatoes.
The young man: No, ew. Didn’t you get the memo? Contrary to popular belief, everything isn’t about you. You have a child (which you seemingly forgot about) who wants to eat. You have to cater to everybody. Surprise.
Mom: I have to make your sister happy too.
The young man: She doesn’t like food. It’s pointless.
Mom: She likes veggies. Gotta go bye. How is your window seat I bought for you?
The young man: Could be better.
The young man: It’s fine.
Mom: Okay, enjoy. Text me when you get into Toronto. Your dad is picking you up in Aldershot right?
The young man: Yes. I don’t suppose the GoTrain station is where the GO buses are, right?
Mom: No. They are in union, down 2 floors. I think.
The young man: Score. So I don’t have to walk anywhere?
Mom: Not really, it is under construction, and a mess.
The young man: Yeah, its been under construction since I’ve been born so I’m used to it. (Mom: Not true)
Mom: Whereabouts are you, besides on a train?
The young man: Golly you know me so well.
The young man: Passing some trees.
The young man: I need a landmark.
Mom: I was thinking towns, cities, but it might be to fast for you (referring to the speed of the train).
The young man: We haven’t passed a road lately, so no idea. I’m in this really big forest area, though. I bet if you Google map it from space, you could see it, it’s that big. It’ll be a big green blob.
Mom: Your sister says for you to turn on location on your phone, then Google map yourself.
The young man: Oh I know, but where’s the fun? Look. I describe landmarks and you guess. I spy with my little eye a big field. Probably a farm.
Mom: That will never work, I can’t guess who sings a song so why would I be able to figure that out.
The young man: PING. Whoops
Mom: Why are you pinging me?
The young man: ahem note the “whoops”
Mom: Sticks tongue out.