It's hard not to have a good day after being escorted to the bus stop by a marching band playing one of the peppiest tunes on the planet. The ants go marching one-by-one hurrah, hurrah! The ants go marching off to work hurrah, hurrah!
I happen to live half a block from the Batallon - I'm not even certain what the equivalent word in English would be (not having a huge army presence in Canada, I guess) but it's the place where the soldiers live and work and play in marching bands. The batallon sits just a bit down the mountain from the sidewalk I tread every morning to the bus stop, and this morning my passing coincided perfectly with the marching band's tour - soldiers in fatigues playing tubas and trumpets like there is nothing they would rather be doing at seven a.m.
This is way better than coffee!
Can imagine, you always seemed to be the kind o' girl to like a man in uniform ;-)
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