Discovering Canada: A glimpse of suburbia
Rain showers, breezy and I can still see my breath when i speak. Coat dripping, face and hands cold. After collecting my PR card, I phoned up my uncle to inform about my coming to Guildford Town Centre. Today is Sunday, so I thought why not visit them for dinner. I called up my cousin to arrange for my pick-up. Moments later, I received a voice message. It was my uncle, calling in sick. His body was sore, perhaps due to his golf tourney yesterday. I got off at Guildford Town Centre mall, only to find it closed, and it was only 6:15pm. There was one other who was there, and like me, she was unaware of the mall’s closing time. A young guy, prolly in his late teens was swaggering towards the mall’s entrance and sticking out a cig from his pocket. He was with me in the bus; we boarded the bus together at Gateway station and he was kicking anything that he fancies from time to time. Two teenage girls were chasing him, asking if he had some sticks.
I phoned my uncle to thank, only to be received by my cousin. In the middle of our conversation, a teenage girl approached me and butted in. She was twirling the cig with her fingers and asking if I had some light. I shook my head. Wow, that was weird. Then I stood there for a while, figuring out where to get a bus that will take me to Surrey Central station. A woman about my age was clutching her black sorry umbrella–I could see her knuckles with blisters–and offered to show me where Bay 2 is. Just before I could say thank you, she was asking for loose change to which I said, ”Sorry, got none except for my fare saver pass” Walking away from the mall, I said to myself “What the f*ck is wrong with these people?”
To shake off what just happened, I got my earphones and listened to some music. During the 50-minute travel time from Surrey to my place, I thought, these creeps are better off at home.
