I was delivered some bad news today, which left me at a complete loss for words. Usually fairly chatty, my silence came across as somewhat ominous.
"Are you okay? You don't have any guns, do you?" joked the voice on the other end of the phone.
"No. I am a peace loving Canadian," I laughed. "My brand of revenge would be more along the lines of dousing someone's car with buckets of maple syrup."
"Oh, okay," came the response. Then, came the inquiry, "You don't have a hockey stick, do you? I wouldn't want you bashing in any skulls with one of those."
Finally, someone understands what it means to be Canadian.