I spent most of my life in Boston before coming to Toronto. Sure,
I lived in Cincinnati for 8 months and Maine when I was tiny and a few
other places for a few months at a time. But really, Boston is it.
Now I live in Canada.
People here ask me all the time what I find different about living in
this country. I've noticed a few things - different products on
store shelves, people almost never drive in the right lane of any
street, milk is in bags. Milk is in bags! But the one that
weirds me out the most is this:
People talk to me in elevators.
In Boston, unless you are on the elevator with someone you know, you
stare at the door, or stare at your feet, or look at whatever you
happen to have in your hands. You do not talk. You do
not make eye contact.
Here, people chat you up.
"Nice day, huh?"
"Been shopping?" Um, no, I'm carrying groceries that I found on the sidewalk.
I don't really know what to do with this. It happens most often
in our building, where sure, maybe people want to be nice to their
neighbors. But it happens other places too. I always answer
because I don't want to be rude, but really, I don't feel like chatting
in the elevator. I'm in there in order to get someplace.
Another thing I noticed is that people touch each other a lot more
here. I get hugged, kissed, and once in awhile even groped by
friends (you know who you are, don't deny it!). I'm used to a
hug. But people in Boston just aren't very kissy with their
general friend population.
I mean, it's nice to have affection, even though I get plenty from the hubby.
But is Boston really that austere, or is Toronto just that effusive?
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