What You Want Me To Know...

I live in a high rise in downtown Vancouver on the 17th floor (gorgeous view). So needless to say, I see familiar faces on a regular basis in my elevator. One such person is a man that lives the floor below me. He owns a bull dog that I happen to adore as I think bull dogs are the cutest things in the entire world. I love that they look all squished in & you can hear them breathing a block away... anyways, not the point. In recent weeks, I've seen him a few times and always with dog in tow. Sometimes going out for the walk (on occasion carrying the dog, bull dogs do get bad arthritis), coming in etc or just passing in the lobby. Every time however the dog either sniffs me or breathes in my general direction.

Finally last night, we both get on the elevator to go up. After a couple of floors, he asks me (never having really spoken to each other before, with the exception of hello), "What do you do?" (in some sort of accent) I figure he's asking me as I always look like I just got out of bed.

"I'm an Art Director" I say.

floor 6....
floor 7...

"I own a bakery in Vegas"


OK.... and here's your floor.

I still haven't figured out why he really wanted to tell me that. After I mentioned that I was just there visiting friends, he informed me where his house was which I couldn't relay at this point. His accent muddled his speech. What I would like to know is, who winters in Vancouver? Is he mad? Vegas does dip down but it sure a hell of a lot better then this crap we just went through.