I’m not usually a mall person but our voyage to the Mall of the Emirates was an event. First off, the sparkling new subway was crowded that morning, so the platform guard gestured for me to board the Women & Children only car, where I wouldn’t have had to rub shoulders or other body parts with men. Being me and equipped with well-functioning elbows, I tried to decline his offer but he would hear none of it. Muttering to myself, I trudged into the segregated but more spacious car. Looking to my right, I had to laugh. Like the newer TTC trains there were no dividers. I could see Hub’s blonde head above all of the other dark-haired, shorter inhabitants in front of him.…

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