Hello you. You know who you are. you helped me find my way to my granny near the second stop at cartier in pointe claire ( I’m no westisland kid hehe). You were carrying a few grocery bags of some sort. I disjointedly talked about swimming pools and bringing beer to my granny (ye, i know). You were stunning. I didn’t your ask your name even, or your phone number. How brilliant. When you left the woman who also didn’t know where to stop asked me why I didn’t ask you your number. I wondered the same. Chances are, you won’t read this if you are like me and rarely read the cheese here. But maybe there’ll be an exception.
