I have discovered the perfect place for me. A place with European chocolate and base ten measuring systems. A place created by a legion of neurotic sign makers. Canada.
Canada is a neurotic country obsessed with safety. Cigarettes come with huge warnings that say "SMOKING KILLS" and a tiny logo says "marlboro." The amber alert sign over the highway says "High winds on Skyway. Drive carefully." Driving under the influence is a felony offense in Canada. Signs posted on the QEW say "Fatigue kills. Take a break."
I love it. Canada is watching out for you while you're there. I'm sure it's the country I am destined for because it's so darn uptight and polite. Surely I'll fit in there. Except for the accent. Gotta work on that. Eh?
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