All Aboard

We drove Anthony to Billy Bishop Airport and crossed over on the Marilyn Bell. We saw him off into security then went outside to watch the Porter planes take off. Made a nice change from watching them fly over the beach. After a while our tums stared growling so back we went on to the old Marilyn Bell for the two minute crossing to Toronto and traffic. Sitting by our side was an enormous cement truck.They are building the tunnel after all.We were parked by its last wheels. I looked out my window up at the wheel and before I could think I had hopped out and scuttled to the back of the ferry. There are signs everywhere telling you to stay in your car. Of course the First Mate or whatever he was saw me and started shouting to go back and get in the car. I stood right beside him at the back of the ferry and said no I was staying right there.No way was I sitting beside that huge wheel.He told me it was dangerous to be on the deck with the traffic, as someone had been hit by a departing car. I said I would stay right beside him and that was that. There was no way I was staying in the car. He said fine, he would look after me and next time I should go upstairs with the other foot traffic. So for a full two minutes I clutched the rail and looked at Lake Ontario rather than a big wheel.When we docked I hopped into the back seat away from the Huge Wheel and off we went. I'm still not sure what happened. If I get spazzy like that in my First Class Pod on Air Canada on take off there may be a wee problem. Perhaps they will let the old granny sit on the fight deck where the co-pilot can take care of her. Yeah sure!