This morning at breakfast, our favorite shuttle man from yesterday stopped by our table to ask what we were up to. We told him we were heading up to Canada Place and he said to have the front desk give him a call if we wanted a ride.
We dropped off at older couple with their luggage at the train station, and then the shuttle man tried to talk to us about our plans for the day but got really distracted because apparently he saw his exgirlfriend on a billboard??
Then he asked what neighborhoods of Vancouver we’d visited. He was not pleased with our lack of complete touring the city and asked if we had some time to spare before getting to Canada Place.
Shuttle Driver Man took us on a mini-tour of the city. Main locations include Chinatown and Gastown. In Gastown, he stopped to let us see the steam clock go off. And was SO excited. Apparently, people just LOVE this clock. We parked illegally and waited. And waited. And waited. Then gave up – thinking perhaps it was broken. So instead he enthusiastically did an impression for us of the clock. I told him I felt like it was the real thing. This made him very happy.
He gave us some history of Chinatown, and told us the restaurants there are only mediocre. He also told us all about the homeless people who live in the midst of the super rich people, and drove us down Hastings St. so that we could see the people shooting up in the alleys. Like literally slowed down past the alleys and pointed out specific people to look at. Thanks, sir! Our mom will be pleased that we were safely behind the tinted glass for that experience.
We drove past Canada Place as we discussed our plans for next week. At which point he turned around and looked at my face. He exclaims “FRECKLES!” and loses all train of thought for several minute. It seems my face is very overwhelming.
Before leaving the shuttle, he planned the rest of our vacation for us. Then we shocked him by telling him how we are indeed old enough to rent cars. Which resulted in a heart to heart about why we are not married yet, and how we feel about our little brother being married, and may have given him the false impression that we came to Vancouver specifically to find husbands. That is not the case at all. It was very tricky. Rachel really enjoyed when he asked us point blank: “Why are you not married yet?” and I responded nonchalantly: “because no one asked us.”
He was a little bit distraught that we would be staying at a different hotel when we return to Vancouver. I am a little surprised that he did not offer to drive us to Whistler to continue our friendship.
Next Up: The actually Canada Day experience. Shuttle Man was just too amazing of a driver to not get his own entry.