My flight from Montreal to St. John’s is spent in the company of my random neighbor in 21B, a lovely lass named Lana and her super nice partner, whose name escapes me and will further more be referred to as “Nice Fella 21C”.
My touchscreen is a bit finicky, and I worry that I am doomed to watch Wrath of the Titans as I can’t leave the page. I end up using two fingers to navigate my way around the menu. I tell Lana that I feel like Powder. She laughs at my less than accurate 1995 movie reference*. I eat a sandwich and watch Footloose. The crazy kids in Footloose dance wildly and race buses. Yes, in case you haven’t watched Footloose as in flight entertainment, there is a scene where they subject the new kid to race a bus. (It doesn’t last terribly long, and the young fella is back dancing shortly after, but it still struck me as odd.)
Either way, I end up in St. John’s.
I bid farewell to Lana and Nice Fella 21C and make my way outside to the cool Atlantic air!
My cab driver asks me the marital status of my sisters and plays really beautiful music from his native Kosovo. He has 8 kids, all who live there, and doesn’t get home often at all.
“It’s a good thing you have great music to keep you company.” I tell him.
He then offers me a burned CD, but I would have to bring it back to him when I was done. I couldn’t make that commitment and had to pass. I don’t know if I experienced a genuine interchange of kindness or the oddest pickup strategy I’ve ever bore witness to.
*BONUS STORY: That movie (Powder, 1995) made me weep like a baby and wonder if I could also transmit electricity using my mind. Years later, after being bedridden from throwing my back out, I fell asleep to a movie and awoke to the loud, annoying “fuzz” screen. And I couldn’t get up, couldn’t reach the remote. After an hour of annoyance and near tears, I gestured at the TV and it turned off. That moment. It may have been random, it was most likely an alarm, but it was oddly empowering. I don’t know if I would have made it through my first year in Toronto had I not, deep down, been irrationally convinced that I had superpowers.