Quoth the Nascent Canadian,
Something I never thought I'd hear myself saying.
[in some town South of Olympia, WA] "Um, I'm from Canada, and your stupid gas pump is asking me for a ZIP code, and I don't have one, so is there any way you can sell me some gas anyway?"
Why a gas pump needs to know someone's ZIP code in the first place is a mystery to me.
* * *
I spent the weekend with my friends Lee and Barb in Portland. Because nothing says Canada Day like fleeing to the US. Of course, by today, I was so glad to be back across the border. I swear things are a little greener up here. And if I see one more "Support Our Troops" magnet, I'm going to scream.
I still have sporadic evil thoughts of getting my own yellow ribbon magnets printed, with my own version of the story, and sneaking around parking lots at night and swapping them out for the ones people have on their cars. Of course, first off, not living in the US anymore makes that kind of inconvenient. And secondly, I'd be hard-pressed to find something better to print on them than what Natalie Dee already drew. That cracks me up every time I see it.
I saw many cool things, though, including Mt. Rainier, Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Hood, lots of Portlandish stuff, an obligatory trip to Powell's Bookstore, and a day trip to Cannon Beach (of Goonies fame), and the Tillamook Creamery (of I-eat-a-lot-of-cheese fame).
And I got to feel a little more Canadian by smuggling cheap Tillamook cheese back across the border (well, it doesn't really count as smuggling if you declare it, but still — it's the spirit of it).
[in some town South of Olympia, WA] "Um, I'm from Canada, and your stupid gas pump is asking me for a ZIP code, and I don't have one, so is there any way you can sell me some gas anyway?"
Why a gas pump needs to know someone's ZIP code in the first place is a mystery to me.
* * *
I spent the weekend with my friends Lee and Barb in Portland. Because nothing says Canada Day like fleeing to the US. Of course, by today, I was so glad to be back across the border. I swear things are a little greener up here. And if I see one more "Support Our Troops" magnet, I'm going to scream.
I still have sporadic evil thoughts of getting my own yellow ribbon magnets printed, with my own version of the story, and sneaking around parking lots at night and swapping them out for the ones people have on their cars. Of course, first off, not living in the US anymore makes that kind of inconvenient. And secondly, I'd be hard-pressed to find something better to print on them than what Natalie Dee already drew. That cracks me up every time I see it.
I saw many cool things, though, including Mt. Rainier, Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Hood, lots of Portlandish stuff, an obligatory trip to Powell's Bookstore, and a day trip to Cannon Beach (of Goonies fame), and the Tillamook Creamery (of I-eat-a-lot-of-cheese fame).
And I got to feel a little more Canadian by smuggling cheap Tillamook cheese back across the border (well, it doesn't really count as smuggling if you declare it, but still — it's the spirit of it).