Kairi Zaide
Unforgiven
Oh man, everytime I came back to Montreal from Quebec, or went to Quebec from Montreal, I had to pass by this hallway of hell. There's always one or two guys in the escalator part, and one time, as I was going down with my luggage, I saw the guy start climbing the stairs and try to force me to get help from him by handing him one of my bag. Yeah, no. You're not putting your dirty hands on my luggage only to force me to give you money by holding onto it when we're down. I hate that place.I remember one time there was a guy between the Berri station and the Orleans bus station. He supposedly lost his luggage in a transfer from I don't remember to the states for cancer treatment. All his medication was in the luggage and he needed some money for replacements overnight until he can get his luggage back. He had a big lumpy bulge on his stomach (like head sized). I felt generous and gave him some money.
Funny thing he was there with the same story when I passed by again 3 weeks later.
I mean you should know with where this was (that place is/was a drug addict hotspot), but I guess the big weird lump got me for a second.