remembering her monotone
of "what do you want?"
The day after the Civic Holiday, 2003, I was in the Ajax Go Station to buy a ticket to Toronto. I found quite a few people lining up. I got in line and waited for my turn, as all Canadians do.
"Next in line."
"Tan-ride ticket to Toronto."
"Tan-ride tic-ticket to Toronto."
"What did you say?" She raised her voice.
"Tan-lide tic-ticket to To-toronto, please."
"I don't know what you were saying." She answered like a stern faced mandarin.
Her black co-worker, from whom I’d bought tickets several times, avoided eye contact with me.
"What do you want?"
I took out the notebook from my backpack, and wrote down “I want a ten-ride ticket to Toronto” on a blank page. I showed it to her and gave her my Visa card.
an unknown flower bending
to the wind
Published in Contemporary Haibun Online, 7:4, January 2012
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