O.M.G...you’re a nun!
First stage of the return to Ottawa is completed and I am sitting here in the Porter lounge waiting for my connection to Montreal. I have to be honest, when I board a flight, I am always weary who is going to end up sitting beside me. I’m a bit of a nervous flyer especially for take-off and landing and believe me, there are many decades of the Rosary said during the flight. So I took my seat and hoped for the best. Shortly afterwards, a very official looking business man, probably in his late thirties, sat down beside me and introduced himself as Julian. He took out his magazine, some financial magazine with a headline reading ‘Become rich and retire’, catching my eye. That was about the height of the niceties until I took off my coat, to which I got the reaction (loud reaction!): “O.M.G, you’re a nun!”. He obviously saw my cross. Half the passengers on the plane turned around. Yes, he did actually say, ‘O.M.G’. Throughout the flight, the presence of my flight companion did g...