So, I am American. And Canadian. And American. And now Canadian again.
And there are things I love about living in the United States, like, you know, that people pronounce Mazda properly and they have Chick-fil-a and Target. And there are things that I don’t like all that much about living in the United States, like, you know, the lack of free health care.
And there are things I love about living in Canada, like, you know, drinking Tim Hortons coffee every day and listening to Bedouin Soundclash on the radio. And there are things that I don’t like all that much about living in Canada, like, you know…
NO REALLY.
It does, at least in Ontario.
Explain, you say? Don’t mind if I do.
Well, you go to the grocery store, and you need to buy supplies. Oh no, you can’t just buy your milk like a normal person, you need all the accouterments. You need to have yourself a jug to help support the flippity floppity bags inside your fridge.
And then you need to have yourself a little milk bag opener doo-dad so you can MAKE A HOLE in the bag. A hole that never gets sealed; it remains open until you finish your milk bag.
Oh my god.
BAGS.
Really? Who invented the whole let’s-drink-our-milk-out-of-breast-implant-looking-BAGS thing? How did this phenomenon catch on?
Why can’t Ontario just use plastic cartons like normal people??
EH?
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