A few months ago, I in the Vangcouver airport, going from one flight to another. I stopped at a Starbucks to pick up an espresso.
“Where are you from,” the lady at the cash asked.
- The other end of the country, I live on the East Coast.
- Oo! It’s cold there!
- Maybe so but the houses cost one tenth of what they cost here.
There’s always pogey, eh.
