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Talking to Americans


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Published March 6, 2009 @ 17:25 by Tania in Shopping and Stuff

There is no logic in this country. I swear people here are so lazy that they don't even bother to think.

Outlet shopping

You get these coupon books by showing you CAA card (or triple A). However, the girl was hell bent on trying to find out if my mother and I were related by blood. I don't generally feel the need to share information with people I don't know, but my mother-in-law was with us and she likes to share.

Why do they need to know? Well, then we don't each get a coupon book.

My mother and father, who have the same name, live in the same house, and pay one CAA fee, can each get their own because they are not related by blood.

My mother and I, with different last names, different addresses, and who each pay our own fees, need to share.

Logical? (OK, in all honesty, I don't have a CAA membership and had borrowed my sister's card to get the free booklet. I kept my name, but she didn't. So my alias was different than my mother's surname.)

At the Gap my mother was buying a T-shirt.

"Zip Code?" the employee asked.

"Oh, I don't live in the states." my mother answered.

"Really? You must practice your English a lot. You speak very well."

"I live in Canada."

Do Americans really think that they are the only country in the world that speaks English? What about ENGLAND?

At Victoria's Secret I couldn't find anything. Their outlets are awful!

As I checked out, the sales girls asked, "did you find everything you were looking for?"

"Actually, no," I answered.

"Oh."

She actually had no response. Obviously, she cared about as much as the Walmart employee, who when listening to my customer concerns, informed me that he was feeling sick. Was I supposed to care?

I am tired of the assumptions that Canada is a frozen tundra. I am tired of the fake, "have a nice days" and the really unhelpful service. I just want to go home.

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