From the moment I stepped off the flight it took me literally six minutes to remember why I don't like Canadians.
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Do tell--why?
Posted by: A | June 24, 2009 at 09:40 AM
interesting ...
Posted by: Alex | June 24, 2009 at 09:59 AM
Hey i'm not a mind reader... out with it!
Posted by: Pistolette | June 25, 2009 at 07:17 AM
I remember feeling that way the first and last time I went to Canada. The employees at the airport were enough.
Posted by: catbird | June 25, 2009 at 01:41 PM
To be fair, it is the Québécois that I have trouble with. Imagine Parisians with a chip on their shoulder.
Posted by: Kelly | June 25, 2009 at 02:44 PM