When I came back into the building through the lobby, she was talking to the superintendant. I didn't dawdle, nor lollygag, and I only heard a few words, but I got the distinct impression she was complaining that more should be done to make things less slippery for her.
I was hoping she might try to bring me into it and join her cause.
Not that I would have said she was fat. As I have been trying to make clear, that was all internal monologue. The only thing I had actually said to her was a reasonably cheerful good morning.
Here's how I imagine that bit of conversation going:
Her: Don't you think it's dangerous? Don't you think they should be doing more to make it less slippery out there?
Me: It's Canada.