...and forth...
Batshit finds you day 4, a gift for the son, an old Calgary Flames hat, a quick touch and frisk for a loan to buy the frame for the Mona Lisa which just happens to be hanging in the Salvation Army, then he's off.
The customers, many glad to see you back, some of the locals - members of the anti-tipping league - break form and even leave you a tip, but that won't happen again, it's a one off.
In a weird way it's good to be back, although the manners are - in general - ruder than what you'd find in the city, and we have customers exploding in alcoholic rages, fighting with staff, with themselves, you just shake your head, carry on, out here it's just another day, a game of numbers.
The schedule, I'd asked, been promised, 4 doubles, 3 off, so that I could return to Calgary and visit daughter, they give me 12 in a row - doubles, 2 off, I shuffle the schedule and make it work. This could be a long summer - if I can survive it, we'll see...
Early morning, drive to Calgary, visit, a few shops, errands, then - again tomorrow, bright and early, back to work the evening shift...