Lady Mistral

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I put the telephone receiver back on the phone.

I had called Pearson Airport to check on my flight out and sure enough my flight was canceled due to snow. Stuck in Toronto for another night, I hate winter. It was December 16, and I was to leave for home after spending two grueling business weeks in Toronto. I figured that since I wasn’t going home tonight, I would go downstairs for a few drinks. I was staying at the Royal York and was familiar with a quaint little bar downstairs from the lobby. Where a few nights earlier a couple of colleagues and I had a few drinks. I grabbed my wallet, away I went. I walked into the bar and sure enough nobody was their except for me and the bartender, or it seemed.

Devin on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Lady Mistral