Oh - and I thought I met one of those cute, good mannered, nice Canadian women in Calgary the other day! I was relieved! They exist!
Then I found out she was:
a) from the rock;
b) engaged; and
c) worked at Tim Hortons.
Of course, all of this was deduced from:
a) an accent;
b) looking at her fingers; and
c) buying a coffee
The fact that she was from the rock can be overlooked, the engagement is only an obstacle, but I seriously could not get past the idea that she worked for Tim Hortons. All she wanted was my money - just like every other girl on the planet. Only in it for what money I have.
So I guess I have to agree, there are no good, nice Canadian women any where, espcially those that have the sense to know the difference between coffee and that sludge, oil crap that I recieved.
