Thirty years ago today
I finished Nancy's Valentines card early Thursday morning and wrote a little poem to go with it before getting a little sleep.
Nancy called at 5:30 and said to meet her and her parents at the donut shop near Broadview and Queen at 6:15. They weren't there but I waited while drinking a Coke until 6:37 and then walked to the flower place. I registered and Nancy was late. After a long, cold wait in the warehouse followed by a stupid demonstration and a cheer led by the boss, I was taken in the back of a van to Brampton. On the way I chatted with a young woman who was from mainland China.
They stuck me at the corner of Kennedy and Steeles in a snowstorm.
I tried selling flowers from the roadside to the passing traffic but it was impossible and so I moved to the front of the donut shop. After ten hours and the company's commission I made $54 for myself and my sales were the second best in my crew. One guy only took home $7.
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