You go to the grocery store, hardware store or a restaurant. You expect the staff to know what they’re doing, to be efficient, pleasant and to answer your (often) unreasonable or inarticulate requests.
It was our third and last evening in cosmopolitan Montreal, a city where I grew up in the Sixties and early Seventies. Sue and I decided that we would take the train to Montreal from Ottawa to spend the long May weekend to celebrate our 36th anniversary.
I don’t know about you, but I detest skunks. I’ve been sprayed in the past while walking my dog, an event I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. Unfortunately, I live in the skunk capital of Canada–Ottawa, Ontario.