Here we are, sitting in the Business Class lounge in Central Station, waiting to board the train to Toronto, where we'll catch the Vancouver-bound Canadian tonight.
The last three days we've been having breakfast at the Deli Planet in the station, always sitting at the same table, always with the same waiter, a 40-something whirling dervish. In true Quebec style, we speak to him in French and he speaks to us in English. He remembers us, even in this short acquaintance. Today he greeted us with, "Coffee later, orange juice now."
Later, as we rejected a second cup of coffee, he said to us, "You're going home today. You'll miss this coffee; have some more!" So we did.
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