The Boneheads are Back, they Grumbled
The other day I was having what may just be the best (in terms of business) day I may ever have in CAR 29. Call after call, drop off n' pick ups, one right after the other... each one just ahead of the last, all headed in the same right direction... forward motion swirls around n around this preciously littlest of cities...
I picked up a fare downtown, dropped 'em near the Kingston Shopping Centre... picked up a fare just down along the Bath Road golden mile and drop 'em at the Riocan. The next pick up, just across the street, Progress heading out and into the Days Road area... bing, bing, bing... cha-ching.
While zipping along Bath towards the Riocan, out and up Gardiner, I notice a larger than usual plane coming into the airport that, until recently I never believed existed... (I made a mental note). After dropping the next fare off beyond Days, near what passes for Bayridge around these parts... I think a busy thought to myself, well... I may as well push on along westward, a little further out and see who and how many get off that plane... (an opportunity to learn how to work the airport stand)...
...a long line of "little kids" each with more baggage than one would ever have imagined. Oh right, it's move in day, I've heard stories... horror stories... AVOID ZONE 6 (avoid the campus) at ALL COST! ('cause, it'll cost ya)
My guy in line is a fresh young thing. Still bouncy after a full night's flight from Calgary to Toronto then onto the Norman Roger's none too International Airport n' flyin' club... All wide eyed and a little, maybe nervous... Definitely on the verge of the next big thing that'll ever happen to him.
As we pull out onto Front Street (at this point, think road rather than street, country road at that)... as we pull out and roll along the road that runs along the lake and get that first windswept n' white caps shoreline view, my little guy literally explodes with joy... lets out a bit of a wow-ishy boy-like screamie little squeaking noise... "Have you visited Kingston before?" ...he'd only been here once, in the dead of Winter for an orientation weekend... chitter chatter... whatcha studyin', bits of personal history n' all that fill the ho hum gaps by the old n' gorgeous Dupont monstrosity... I can see the thrill n' wonder on his face straight out through these freshly grown "backseat eyeballs"... on the back of my head.
When we break past the last lakefront house along the King Street shore, where the view opens up at that lakeshore park... he gasps for air... I've already asked him were he'll be living, Morris Hall, I have him turn his head just a little to the left, opposite this view... "You'll be living right there..." – Lets just say, this news made the ensuing 45 minute of the snarled traffic that snaked through the campus this of all morning, move in morning, a way lot easier! ...Queens University really does have a stunner of a campus!
Oh sure they're drunken idiots, they make a big mess, throw beer bottles all over the place and light things that shouldn't really be burned on fire. Many have this sense of entitlement, maybe an over-confidence especially when travelling in packs. They're dreadfully young, way under dressed for any weather goofy annoying and loud.., but...
Their yet to be weighed down by the day by day still not bridaled, and unchecked enthusiasm! I must say... I find it bloody well infectious.
Welcome to Kingston boneheads! I still kinda know how you feel.
[...later that week I picked up four of the female variety of this species, all hung over n' giggly, way too made up and like, you know... gawd they make me laugh, smile and make this pleasant job that much more... wonderful]