Tonight while riding the streetcar home I sat down near the back of the vehicle. I sat next to a guy that looked like Brad Lamb, only not as smug.

Across the aisle from me sat a woman and her daughter who appeared to be no older than 4 years old. In front of her was a stroller with what I guess was her baby son.

A few minutes after I got on, the woman stood and started maneuvering her way around with the stroller. “Would you like some help?” I asked while pointing at the stroller.

She smiled shyly and nodded yes. I got up and placed my backpack on my seat. “I’ll look after your things,” the Brad Lamb lookalike said.

“Thanks,” I said to him as he smiled.

When the streetcar came to a stop, I helped the woman carry the stroller down the steps and onto the street. “Thank you,” she said as she walked towards the sidewalk with her children.

Back in my seat, I thanked Brad and he smiled in response.

“Oh thank god,” he said as we noticed that the streetcar was not detouring like it has been the last few weeks due to construction.

“It’s great, isn’t it? Not having all of those long wind-about detours,” I said.

“It really is,” he smirked. The more he talked, the more I could tell he and I played on the same (gay) team. “It makes such a difference to your morning routine when things get all out of whack.”

We rode in silence until Brad excused himself to exit at his stop. “Have a good night,” we said in unison.

I guess Torontonians aren’t so cold after all.

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1. Fine Ideas
2. The Trek Home
3. Morning Sickness
4. Cold Snap
5. Scrambling and Miscues