Mike and I were on a drive deep in the heart of rural NS last night. It was a beautiful night and we decided to just drive somewhere. We stopped at a little school for Emily to play when she had one of those "I need to pee NOW" moments. Not being a child who will do that business outside let alone in the middle of a country village. With not a bathroom in sight DH and I just stared blankly at each other with the "oh oh" gaze that we parents get from time to time. As only God can do the door of the school opened up and a man and his wife (the caretakers) were leaving for the night. SCORE one bathroom. An hour later I knew they voted NDP, that they were married for 38 years, they lived together in Ontario before they were married, his first car was $1300 and he was turned down for a loan for $300 and who co-signed for it. I know where he works and did work specifically the years and companies.....need I go on. I love living in Canada...I love that for some reason wherever I go folks tell me stuff that most people only tell their spouses after 2o years of marriage. Like the woman at Walmart that asked me when I was in a rush what the fuzzy mohair sweater looked like and proceeded to tell me she had a husband once who did things to her, I can't repeat. When DH came looking for me after an hour and found me with this slightly larger, emotionally upset women...he just shook his head and graciously allowed me to bow out of the situation. Waitresses, flight attendants, bank tellers and the list could go on - total strangers reveal within mere minutes things that would make Howard Stern blush. It was a great night and I'm not complaining this couple was typical of what makes up rural NS and I loved them. I remembered that I really am a country girl at heart. So the next time you go out with me don't be surprised if you find yourself alongside me getting to "really" know the people that cross our paths. I should have been a cop or a psychiatrist! Mama out.
