COVID broke people’s brains. Especially in Montreal. I took my mother to her oncologist today, and when we exited the hospital, we got into a cab.
“Flu? You got the flu? I saw you come out of the hospital. Do you have flu? It’s got to be the flu. Ay yay yay!” ranted the can driver, a tall, wide-shouldered young man.
Tired of his lamentations, I screeched, “Cancer! It’s cancer she’s got, not flu!”
“Oh,” said the driver.
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