Thursday, July 29, 2010

A spit and a shine

Submitted by Frank L.

Monday night, I was coming home on the 8:13 p.m. milk run. I had succumbed to the gentle rocking of the train from Union to Whitby. So, having fallen asleep, I awoke as the train rambled on to Oshawa to a man who had taken the liberty to shine my shoes.

He strongly suggested the shine was free, but the tip was on me. In my daze, I mumbled something like, "No thanks." To which he began to become slightly taken aback. I stood up and threw him a loonie and hustled off the train when we pulled into Oshawa.

I'm still not sure what he used on my shoes. I'm scared to even guess.

1 comment:

RonNasty said...

That is just downright creepy.