It might happen to be the guy waving his arms frantically.
Or maybe it was the fact that dozens of people were lined up behind a fence to get on the just-arrived ferry.
No, I think what finally did it was when another guy shouted at us, yelling frantically to get our attention.
Yup. It was unquestionably the sharp “Hey!!” that eventually startled my sister and me enough to absorb the fact that there was a no go zone surrounding the ferry ramp and we were in the middle of it.
Not merely standing there, but running through it while the Toronto Island ferry workers scrambled to determine the level of protection risk chatting without a care in the world, we posed.
Truth be told, we were not much of a hazard, what with Heather’s miniature runner’s body and my inclination to run away from the smallest confrontation. But hey, the ferry workers didn’t understand that and appeared dismay — downright upset, even — that we were running directly through their protected zone.
We turned suddenly, although the furious one was quicker than he looked, and scampered out of there, admitting and giggling that we each had discovered the big red DoN’t Enter sign but had felt it didn’t apply to us.
We were, after all, on a bit of a sisterly high as we ran through the streets of Toronto. It is not often that we see each other — perhaps once a year — and rarer still for each of us to not be encumbered by family responsibilities on a sunny day in the large city.
Heather and I have running in common and often compare training notes and race times. One day our fantasy is to run a marathon together, but in the meantime, a 90-minute jaunt along the waterfront is a fine substitute.
Without skipping a beat safely back outside on the public footpath, we resumed our conversation.
You are able to go weeks, months or even years between visits and pick up right where you left off.
Shared interests between siblings can result in simple connections, but new ventures can be made for by different hobbies. A mall I did not like and I, on the other hand, have never met.
“Any good stores?” I inquire.
She’s non committal so I seek the area online. Turns out this is the holy grail of outlet malls, with Kate Spade, Tory Burch, Vince Camuto plus the usual suspects like Coach and Fossil, to name just a couple.
“Clear your program,” I text her. “I am going to need several hours.”
I was not joking.
We pull the store windows that glisten with beautiful things that beckon to be appreciated, researched, devoured, owned.
“Does this seem OK?” Kim inquires.
My heart racing, I will barely talk. “Um, yeah,” I croak.
Kim decides she’ll look for a hardcase for her new Mini that is iPad. Me? I’m up for whatever can fit in my suitcase and on my credit card.
At several stores, iPad Mini cases are found by Kim but questions the size. “They seem extremely little,” she shrugs and moves along.
We shop, Kim Kim stopping several times to try on a few garments, steal into a number of shoes, model in a few pairs of shades patient while I ohh and ahh over the beauty of it all.
All the pink lures into Kate Spade us -and-white shopping bags people are carrying. It’s an oasis of pretty, where one bag is more beautiful than the last.
“It is a good thing I didn’t buy an iPad Mini case,” she concedes. “I only realized I ‘ve an iPad Air.”
Leave it to Kim to mix up those two things up, and leave it to Heather to boldly run into a security zone. That is why I adore them: Unique. Loving. Fearless.