Things I saw while travelling on the SkyTrain to go buy a car: a dirty construction worker drinking beer and talking on his phone, his words husky and disorientating like the taste of cigarettes. His friend, also on the phone ends his call with “Yeah, swing by,” and then adds “I love you too,” before hanging up. Out on the other side of the platform a pretty girl in a skirt and leather jacket, black pumps with bows on her feet, coming home from her job at the mall.