On Thursday morning I woke up at 5:00 am with bad pain across my back and upper abdomen. It wouldn’t settle down no matter what I did so after a solid hour, Meags and I got concerned enough to get dressed and head to the hospital on the streetcar. (Diagnosis is still pending, but the likeliest culprit is gallstones? Given my family history, I will be happy with gallstones.)
The pain subsided by the time the doctor came to see me, so I decided to go home and follow up with my own doctor. When I picked Meagan up in the waiting room she was having a lively conversation with a 60-ish year old man. He wished us well and as we parted Meagan said, “I love that guy. He is a real gem!” I was like, “Oh yeah? What did you guys talk about?” She said, “Oh, well he says he murdered a mountie about 20 years ago and went to prison for manslaughter.” Apparently, he just got out of jail again and had his orange jumpsuit in his bag. He said he was arrested for stealing fish hooks. He called 911 on himself while still in the store. He was at the hospital because he thinks he has colon cancer but says the staff won’t treat him because he’s a pain in the ass.
Who knows if any of this kindly gent’s stories are real, though the fish hook story rings with a truth that is hard to deny. What I loved is that Meagan was listening and fully engaged in his stories. Kids love her and so do oddballs and weirdos. I’m proud that she’s the kind of person who will stop and give anyone her time. It’s a pretty decent character trait that should help her make her way through life.