Saturday, 16 May 2009

Addendum to The Elusive Floor 9

Some of you, (yes YOU, I know who you are, you know who you are.. let's not kid ourselves), may have thought that my difficulty with the Elusive Floor 9 at Passport Canada was more of a CathyEmily thing and less of real practical logistics problem. Let it be known that since then, I have had two very responsible people report to me that the situation is indeed as I described it. Okay, true, they may not have ridden the elevator aimlessly like I did, but neither one of them were approached by the many security officials to inform them of the Elusive Floor 9.

What have we learned from this?

1)Namely that the only visible difference between the security officials at Passport Canada and sleeping teenagers on a weekend morning is a bright yellow jacket

2) AND that my elevator does indeed go to the top floor.

No longer SCORE but "FORE"!!!!


What can I say?...That hasn't already been said ad nauseum all around town, in bars, coffee shops, staff lunch rooms, phone-in talk shows, in the paper, at my dinner table, etc,.

I really thought they were going to go all the way. I really did. I heard this voice that sometime speaks to me and I believed. I have been known to make life decisions based on that voice and now my entire world has been shattered knowing that the voice is not infallible. I should have turned up the volume on my iPod higher and instead listened to the soothing tunes of Carole King.

They did do though much better than I initially predicted they would: back in September I had proclaimed in a rather self-righteous-know-it-all fashion that not only would the Canucks not make the playoffs but they would end up in the bottom four of the NHL. Yes, that was me much to the disappointment of Corey, the true-blue (and green and white) fan in the family. He could not believe that not only did he have to endure a mother who sings along with the car radio but also who also vocally expressed doubt in the Vancouver Canucks ability.
I must say, I was delighted to be proved wrong and very pleased that they made it to Round Two of the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

I am looking forward to next season.
And that voice? I only listen to it when it tells me I need chocolate.