Canadian Travel
On my way to Canada some time back I had an “interesting” conversation with an elderly woman on the plane. I was one of the last people on this particular flight, keep in mind that does not leave me a lot of time to “chat” with the people sitting close by prior to take off. However, in the period of time that I sat down through the flight attendant’s presentation prior to take off I learned several things about the elderly woman sitting next to me in great detail. Following is a synopsis of that “education”:
-- She was born in Nazi Germany and raised in Russia
-- Immigrated to Canada in her teens
-- Now is 79 years old
-- Married to her now dead husband for 19 years who left her a very wealthy woman.
-- She was traveling between Costa Rica and Edmonton alone but needs a wheelchair to get around.
-- She winters at her home in Costa Rica
-- That there is a troop of howler moneys that live in one of her trees in Costa Rica.
-- She stays in Costa Rica because that is where her son lives with his Costa Rican wife and their two children (sorry I don’t remember their names)
-- Her daughter still lives in Canada with her husband, who is worthless and she is trying to convince to daughter that living in Costa Rica would be good for both of them.
-- Costa Rica is as corrupt as most Latin American countries.
-- She summers in a small town three hours from Edmonton.
-- All of her travel arrangements for the next year.
-- Plus several other trivial facts about her that I won’t bore you with.
In addition we had the opportunity to discuss: how the plane was loaded with luggage, the quality of food on planes, and the importance of family to her.
In this brief period of time, she asks me three questions:
-- Am I married?
-- Do I travel a lot? and,
-- If I played American football in school?
While the last question has no relevance to my story the first couple do.
Once the flight attendant finished her “Inset the Buckle” presentation, she knelt next to me and very quietly whispered in my ear. After a moment of silence from my elderly friend, she started her next topic with, “well I guess you do travel a lot, but does your WIFE KNOW ABOUT YOU AND THE STEWARDESS?”; where I precede to get chewed out by this 79 year old woman for my “infidelities”.
-- She was born in Nazi Germany and raised in Russia
-- Immigrated to Canada in her teens
-- Now is 79 years old
-- Married to her now dead husband for 19 years who left her a very wealthy woman.
-- She was traveling between Costa Rica and Edmonton alone but needs a wheelchair to get around.
-- She winters at her home in Costa Rica
-- That there is a troop of howler moneys that live in one of her trees in Costa Rica.
-- She stays in Costa Rica because that is where her son lives with his Costa Rican wife and their two children (sorry I don’t remember their names)
-- Her daughter still lives in Canada with her husband, who is worthless and she is trying to convince to daughter that living in Costa Rica would be good for both of them.
-- Costa Rica is as corrupt as most Latin American countries.
-- She summers in a small town three hours from Edmonton.
-- All of her travel arrangements for the next year.
-- Plus several other trivial facts about her that I won’t bore you with.
In addition we had the opportunity to discuss: how the plane was loaded with luggage, the quality of food on planes, and the importance of family to her.
In this brief period of time, she asks me three questions:
-- Am I married?
-- Do I travel a lot? and,
-- If I played American football in school?
While the last question has no relevance to my story the first couple do.
Once the flight attendant finished her “Inset the Buckle” presentation, she knelt next to me and very quietly whispered in my ear. After a moment of silence from my elderly friend, she started her next topic with, “well I guess you do travel a lot, but does your WIFE KNOW ABOUT YOU AND THE STEWARDESS?”; where I precede to get chewed out by this 79 year old woman for my “infidelities”.
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