I am in a cab, heading over to my Mum’s last night. My cab driver and I are having a chat and since we are Canadian this means that we are culturally bound to discuss the weather, which is cold and snowy- as one expects in January.
Cabbie: Do you know I came to Canada from Southern India 22 years ago. I’ve worked 22 years to bring my mother here to live with me.
Me: Wow. That’s a long time. Is she here now?
Cabbie: No Miss, she came, but she went back home. It was my fault.
Me: Oh dude. Don’t tell me.
Cabbie: I brought her in January.
Me: Oh, buddy.
Cabbie: I know. It was -20 Celsius. She stayed for only 36 hours. She will never come back.
Me: That is a mistake.
Cabbie: It is. I should have brought her in summer.
Cabbie: I still can’t believe I did that – after all, I had 22 years to work on my plan.
I laughed, and laughed and laughed.