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Visiting an old friend

Visiting an old friend - Barbara Johnson

Yesterday I succeeded to meet up with my old school friend, Dany. She lives in Longueuil, thus I had to drive all the way from West-Island to St.-Hubert. I took Jacques Cartier bridge and I spent close to twenty minutes crossing the bridge, as there was only one lane open.

Obviously that all the drivers saw the same things as I did on the panels above showing that all the other lanes were closed, but for some reason they decided to go ahead on the same lane and at the middle of the bridge, they’ll line up waiting to come into the first lane, which they should have taken in the first place.

I never get it why people are always in such a hurry? What makes them drive like a maniac, speed for two minutes, just to slow down and come to a full stop when the light turns red? If you are on the highway, I agree, go ahead and speed! But when you drive within the city, what is the purpose of speeding? You still have to stop at all red lights! No to mention that you burn more gas driving this way.

Anyway, when I finally made it to my friend’s neighbourhood, I was surprised to see that most of the fences Longueuilwere identical. At least two or three streets around her house, everyone had the same type of wooden panel fence, painted in various shades of brown, as if I had entered a community of carpenters.

When I reached her place, I liked that she had a big driveway for three cars. Usually most of the properties there were having a driveway for two cars. I was happy I did not have to park my car on the street because they were supposed to come and clean the snow and I could not have left my car on any of the sides of the road.

Dany was in maternity leave since three months ago, when she had her baby, little Alexis. Such a cute name for a baby boy. He was asleep when I got there but he woke up shortly after. He was hungry and needed his bottle of milk.

As soon as I laid my eyes on him, I could have swear that he was her son even if I would not have seen them together. He looked just like her!

 

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Barbara Johnson is a Ontario businesswoman, speaker and blogger specializing in social networking strategies. She holds a Master of Science in ECommerce from the University of Toronto.