They call me any time of the day, at all hours of the night; trying to book a flight
to another part of the States, and I don’t even own a plane!

I’ve gotten the latest gossip at 2 in the morning from movie stars in Hollywood,
discussed character development with a novelist at 5AM, dialing from the heart of Maine.
Hobnobbed with housewives, middle class folks in Charleston and Boulder,
most of whom never even heard of Ottawa, let alone know where it is.

They have the right phone number, just the wrong area code.
I say, “Hey there - you’re talking to Canada!”
The sounds of surprise at the other end more than make up for any inconvenience.

I’ve contemplated changing my number, but aside from the odd seat sale,
it’s probably not worth the trouble.
Fact is, I’ve gotten quite used to chatting with my neighbours to the south,
and must say I’ve liked them all.
Who knows? Someday when I strike it rich, might even start my own airline!





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