Making our way from Dorval into Montréal by highway, I was met with yet another similarity across the nation: Green road signs. Of course, our highways were wider and far busier. There was barely a handful of cars at the early evening hour.
We listened intently, acknowledging his difficult situation and thanking him for sharing his story while maintaining an impossibly smooth ride into downtown.
We were initially dumbfounded, under the impression that we had already found ourselves being potential victims of swindling. As I pondered an appropriate response, he clarified his intentions: "I work here.", turning his right side towards us to reveal the W Hotel logo on his oh-too-modern Rudsak down jacket.
"Phew." I thought. Immediately met with apology in my voice, we thanked him for his offer and said we'd be ready to head up after a few more photos.
We headed up to the fourth floor, where our room was located.