But I have a long lasting pique with Canadians calling us Yanks no matter which of the lower 48 states we hail from.
A girl in a shop in Toronto called me a Yank, fifty-three years ago, and I haven't been able to let it go. When I explained why it wasn't right to say that, but she replied, to Canadians, were all Yanks. Nobody likes to be marginalized.
You should’ve worn a speedo.
I’d have called her an F’ing Queeb.
Maybe the fog would lift a bit.