Double takes

Friday evening. Downtown Toronto. My mother walking the streets and she notices a nun walking ahead of her. Not just any nun, but a 'young black nun'. This definitely holds her attention because here is a nun walking the streets of Toronto. She's intrigued and thinks to herself: This nun is young. You don't see that anymore and you definitely don't see nuns walking about out on the streets. Mere moments later, the nun is spotted chatting on the cell phone and my mother thinks to herself: 'Shit, they let nuns have cell phones these days? What the heck is this? What kind of nunnery is this?'
And then it dawns on her that it's Halloween and this nun is no nun at all.
My mother! The stunts she pulls and the things she says always makes us laugh and this time I've forewarned her that this is going on the blog.

And here I am...
Friday evening. Seven Mile Beach, Grand Cayman. Happy hour. Where no sooner than we arrive, one of my former co-workers whom I had seen just a month earlier, walks in. My jaw drops and my eyes pop out because here is she is walking in looking all cool and pregnant. And for the few moments that I am left speechless, the following thoughts run through my head: What? When? Who's the daddy? She knows she's got your attention and that shock value, and she smiles, which is when I spot her black tooth, coloured to make it seem like it's missing. And yes, I slap my forehead because the tooth is a dead giveaway that it's Halloween. How could I have forgotten? I think it was because the hardcore Halloweeners hadn't arrived yet. Laughs later, she poses with a beer in one hand, and a cigarette in another while we snap away, also in the hopes that a concerned someone walking by may give her a good piece of their mind on the perils of drinking and smoking while pregnant. I have to say, on that night her persona was very reminiscent of the female characters on AMC's Mad Men, an awesome show set in the 60's. If you haven't watched it, you should. I highly recommend it.