Rain had dominated the sky; not a major wash out, but a pleasantly quiet, meditative send-down of moisture. Umbrellas become popular on such days. I put mine to good use with small errands in the downtown area of T.O., which is where I actually live.
But for the evening I was destined for the suburbs, to Mississauga to be specific. To get there, the plan was to take the subway train. As I entered the east-west line of the subway at St.George Street, I was met by a TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) agent. I asked him about the charge to get on the train.
“Are you a senior?” he asked.
“Yes, I am.” There’s a discount for us guys. Thank God!
Furthermore, this chap was trying to be funny.
“Do you monks listen to jokes?”
“Oh yes!” I informed. He went on to tell a monk joke which I really didn’t get. Then he asked where I was going. I told him, “Mississauga.”
“Why do you punish yourself? I used to live there.” Of course, he said that all in jest, but I didn’t find it too amusing. I did appreciate his liveliness though.
I threw my coins – $2.30 – and proceeded to the train. It was a good ride; no traffic jams, which Toronto is notorious for. Nanda met me at the Islington station and drove me to the home of Pusta Krishna, where we met with several families for a regular Gita Chat. Our evening was one of food, kirtan and then discussing several verses from Chapter Two of The Gita, which ran the common “Do not lament!”
Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2022/11/friday-november-11th-2022.html
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