I learned how lucky I am to live in this country today. I started the day south of Calgary, departing from my parent’s place. The car was stuffed with gifts and luggage, including two laptop computers, a vacuum cleaner, and a valuable guitar.
While passing through Calgary I stopped off at a few places before heading to Edmonton. I was a little nervous with all the precious cargo, so I made sure as much as possible was hidden in the trunk. I even used the Club on the car.
It was only after the third stop, when I was picking up something to munch on from McDonalds that I noticed the entire time the passenger’s door was unlocked. And yet all my stuff was still there.
So I felt warm about the general good character of the natives of Alberta. That lasted for almost a whole minute. Then I lost it, when I noticed that none of the men in the washroom washed their hands when they left.
To further downgrade the quality of life, I noticed that Whyte avenue seems to have gotten infected with squeegee kids.