

Where I am it universally refers to a railroad company, Canadian Pacific.
Where I am it universally refers to a railroad company, Canadian Pacific.
I have two superpowers:
Mosquitoes don’t find me delicious. When everyone else is getting hammered, they generally leave me alone. When I do get bit, the bites barely swell and they don’t usually itch.
Rock star parking- Anywhere I go, I always check out immediately in front of the place I need to be. There’s almost always an empty spot, and if there isn’t there’s someone just leaving that I pull into. I dunno how that helps me fight crime, but it sure would be useful if I were a bank heist getaway driver.
While not officially asylum seekers, both Canada and the EU have taken steps to recruit in-demand Americans wishing to leave. BC is overtly wooing US health care workers, Canada as a whole is courting scientists and researchers, and France has made statements welcoming researchers as well.
I remember in the 80s several National Lampoon covers that featured this concept. One had a tagline with something like “Welcome to America, a wholly owned subsidiary of the Honda Motor Company” or something like that. And then there is the slightly racist one in this image:
Damn, I’ve heard jokes about quebecios being snobby with their French but that seems excessive
It’s not snobby. From an anglo perspective, here’s how it plays out in reality:
WAITER: Qu’est-ce que vous voudrais? ME: Huh? WAITER: What would you like? ME: {proceeds to order}
…And life goes on.
Welcome to the club. Fuck that place.
After a decade there I also got permabanned. And then I got permabanned 3 more times with alt accounts for saying some pretty innocuous shit, but almost always political.
I finally got the message. Fuck you Reddit.
Memory Express is your friend, especially in western Canada.