Where did I therefore abandoned? Ah yes, the corner of Berri and Ontario. So the Skunk and Mrs. fag are behind me. So I turn on Berri, head for the subway station Berri, who is hiding under the central bus station. I walk next to each island passenger misery, perpetual non-construction.
I pause here because I have something on my heart: Why start a project that you can not finish? This construction, left plan since 2007, I often encourage, and it's not about money, it's about water. Yes, water, because the days of rain, water accumulates I do not know where in the structure. And the next day, which is to drag an umbrella despite the blazing sun? Me! Because the water falls in large drops on the sidewalk, on us, the poor passers! Unpleasant. End of digression.
So once passed under the waterfalls of the island, I arrive at the bus terminal. A transient, that I did not named because it is too much turnover at this place, wonder if I did not call for 50 cents. To make a long story short, he must go to her mother in Mont-Laurier. His father left the bus station, but he forgot his ticket in the car. This poor guy is left there and did not have enough money to buy another ticket. (You must preview here quietly trying to push me, stepping backwards towards the door.) So he wants to call his father to bring him back his ticket. But hey, I have a naive side, so I listen while I push myself quietly. I told him nicely that I have no money. My naivete falls suddenly when he answers me, and I quote:''If you got just paper, I can give you rates ...''. Firm quotes and end of quote. Uh ... ok, you want some changes, but you can give me change? Ahem ... that force reflection whole story. One word: scam artist. I forget all subtlety, I push a''good''pfff and felt a little contemptuous, I turn my heels and walk into the station.
Always a little insulted to have lost 3 minutes of my life, I'm heading towards the stairs that lead me to the subway turnstiles. I descend swiftly, for my bus to Square-Victoria not wait for me when I see the door downstairs. What? But where is Mr. Gentile, who opens the door every morning? In its place is more Death Metal, young disillusioned fork pants and boots cleaning the floor patched disabilities. I feel it waiting for me with a brick and a lantern. I'll give him change, this way he beat me up maybe not! When I advanced to him, not even the shadow of a smile on his face, not even a hello. Pfff, then no, I do not give him change and I hurry to run away!
So I went down to 10.7 meters below ground and wait for the subway. A young man goes from person to person asking 50 cents for phone calls. Is it really to call? He did not have time to get to me as a young girl was kind enough to give him what he wants. He then turned towards the phone on the wall, insert the money in, pretended to dial a number, waits a few seconds and hangs up. He takes his money and leaves. Ahem ... again a great scam! Who can you trust these days?
short, I took the subway, which deigns to show up, I'll wait for the bus in the cold and I'll probably spend a good day at work .... at least I'm not poorer than up!
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