Yep. The counter chick was a cute little Kebekker who shot us a sunny smile till we spoke English. The she went flatter than cher's bustline. We paid in real money and I am certain she screwed us on the transfer rates. However after a week in the puckerbrush it was nice to see a real live girl.
At least you didn’t get flipped the bird. I was motoring along and had that happen and the only reason I could figure was my vehicle was sportin eeeeevil Ontario license plates. A good chunk of em don’t like les anglais.