Thursday, September 22
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Pardon Me
[journal] Yesterday while I was waiting for the subway an elderly man walked up to me.
"Are you going to University?"
I was going to sleep over at Cliff's new apartment so in addition to naturally looking froshy, I also had on my old school backpack.
"Actually, I'm done University."
I was expecting him to raise an eyebrow, impressed, because I suppose I look younger than I am. Instead he paused in thought and finally, carefully said:
"I'm trying to get to 900 Bloor Street and I'm not sure if it is north or south of University Street."
After my initial surprise and embarrassment I quickly tried to think of way to answer that question with another mix-up, but I couldn't.
Later on I thought it would have been funny if I was actually going to College and he had asked me the question.
"Are you going to University?"
"No, I am actually going to College." (It's also a street in Toronto)
Then we would both nod, oblivious to the mutual misunderstanding.
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