Day 82 leaving a teaching workshop at Vanier College and a man in a silver car slows down as I’m walking down Decelles.
“Bonjour Madame,” he says.
“Hi?” I say back.
“Oh you speak English! May I ask you a question?” he says, not waiting for me to answer.
“Are you a single lady?”
“What? Why?”
“Because I am a lonely, single man and you look like you would be nice company.”
“I’m not. Keep driving, pal.”

Obviously these pants that my girlfriend made me buy are er, working. 100%