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a visit to the fabricator

Friday started with dropping the car off at the dealers and waiting for the car shuttle service to take me to the metro. As I waited, a lady sat in front of me wearing fabulous heels and I told her so. She smiled and thanked me. I now also felt better about having opted to wear my pumps since it was raining quite heavily when I left the house.

I decided to go semi corporate by wearing a black faintly polka dotted skirt with a powder blue top and my gabardine. My black pumps with the chunky heel was the safe business woman choice and to complete the look I also wore some diamond studs.

Later this same woman with the great shoes woke me from my magazine and told me the shuttle was here and three ladies piled in for the short ride. Once on the subway a young Asian woman who just made it into before the doors closed, slipped badly and fell so myself and another lady helped her up. She thanked us both profusely.

I spent the morning in town and killed some time by having breakfast, running errands and doing some browsing before calling the shuttle to pick me up once again at the same metro station.

I picked up my car and then fetched Patricia at 1 pm so we could drive to the fabricator's office just south of Montreal. Once there we met two gentlemen who represented the company in their boardroom before being shown around their shop facility. It went extremely well as I expected it would and Patricia and I were both happy. We may get to work with this vendor in the near future.

We drove home and before I left her at the metro we decided to grab some drinks and relax while going over our impressions of the successful visit and chatting about other things. Besides being business associates we are fast becoming good friends.


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