Sarah
The young woman sits next to me but with her mask on I do not recognize her at first.
“It's Joanne or Joanna?” she says to me, and I look into her
eyes trying to place who she is. Her having only started to work at the café recently
and seeing her as a customer that morning only adding to my confusion.
“You’re Tara, right?” I finally said
“Its Sarah” she responds and with that we began a friendly
conversation as she waited for her bagel order. At 25 years of age, she is
unassuming and relaxed and has a soothing quality to her voice that invites
candor. Like many people her age she has not yet had the chance to be spoiled
and corrupted by the world.
She tells me she was born south of Montreal and is now
waiting to enter an information technology program. She has just moved in with
her boyfriend and this job at the café is the right thing for her at this
moment. I tell her a bit about myself as well and how I spent my formative
years in NDG and ended up in the suburbs where my children were born.
I am repeatedly struck by this generation’s looseness and as
we bid each other a good day I am left with the positive vibe that she has bestowed
upon me.
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