Pearson Airport, Terminal 1: a place that manages to be cavernous and labyrinthine all at once. But free wi-fi thanks to the largesse of Rogers. Trip highlight so far was visiting my brother in law on the way in. He's sixty and from the sixties so, as we are pulling away in my Own-a-Wreck, he yells at my son to pick him up a quarter ounce of hash in Amsterdam. Jesse, the innocent, immediately says "What did he say? He wants me to get him a hat?"
Right Jesse. Size quarter ounce. And stick it in your parent's luggage.
Right Jesse. Size quarter ounce. And stick it in your parent's luggage.
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