Dropping of some stuff at the drycleaner's last night, the proprietress had the Olympic Games on the TV. The TV looks like it got picked up from the side of the road somewhere. The colour is dingy and the picture is full of snow and static. There's a coat hanger for an aerial. This is kind of appropriate when you remember where you are. There's a hockey game being shown and I have to get right up close to peer and squint at the mini-scoreboard at the top right of the screen just to see who's playing. Even so, I can only tell that one of the teams is Russia. The other team is ... Sweden, I guess? Slovakia, the lady tells me.
Me: Hey, did you know that the Team Canada men played against Italy today? And guess who won.
Boy: Team Canada?
Me: Yes! And guess what the score was. Guess how many Team Canada got.
Boy: Twenty?
Me: Less. It was the men playing.
(We played an impromptu game of higher/lower until:)
Boy: Seven?
Me: Right. Guess how many Italy got.
Boy: Zero?
Me: Higher.
Boy: Five?
Me: Lower.
Boy: Two?
Me: Right! Canada won 7-2.
Boy: Hey! That's the worst hand!
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