Made in China eh
I look down on the glittering city and sigh, there are no igloos, no polar bears, no dog sleds,… Toronto looks like just any other large city. There is a highway with traffic slowly moving into downtown, traffic at 6:30 AM.
We land and I note the French signs underneath the English ones. Everything looks American, it’s as if someone took a large American city and threw a bucket of French at it, I find the effect strangely soothing. It’s nice that they have gone through all this trouble to help me improve my French. The border guard asks my purpose in visiting Canada and I want to say “visiting friends eh” instead I say “visiting friends”. I should wait a bit before throwing out the “eh” into general conversation. They might not take so kindly into it and send me to Syria via US or something.
I am groggy as I walk outside and am hit with a blast of arctic wind, there is snow on the ground and for a second I try to remember wth snow is. Then I remember why I left NJ and didn’t really miss it. Snow belongs on a ski resort and when/if you miss it you simply drive there. Snow should not come and visit you, and after waiting for my hotel shuttle for 20 minutes I am certain I am under dressed for the weather. Perhaps I should have bought a parka or brought a few sled dogs to keep me warm. I think that’s what Jack London did when he went to Alaska.
The hotel is nice and generic, even the staff seems generic and built in China. I imagine a giant factory in China pumping out hotel staff and neatly putting them into IKEA boxes, I am sure they have a few spares ones in the back and if the current ones wear out someone will simply put a new one together. A Kelly to replace the Tracy, a Bob to replace the Mike,…
The continental breakfast is also generic, I watch my fellow guests and one new traveler makes the mistake of grabbing the apple. The apple has so much wax on it that you could probably light the stem and use it for a romantic night along with Kelly the generic receptionist. All eyes are on our new traveler as she bites into it. She’s a brave one, realizing that people are looking at her she chews through the mouth full of wax and apple. We stare fascinated at the apple, will she take another bite ? No, now she has joined our ranks, she wraps the apple in a napkin and throws into the trash. It’s as if someone threw a rock in there. I look up just in time to see Tracy make a note on her order pad. 1 new wax apple will be ordered from somewhere in China.
My flight leaves in less than 24 hours, I better not miss it our my boss just might have to open that other package that says Asad2 on it.
Update: Looks like I won’t be flying out until 10 PM Thursday night, the meeting didn’t go so well so I have to stay and work for a few more days.