22.2.08
Twin Peaks?
No believe it or not I'm not writing about my boobs... The other day while in a taxi in a rushed trip to Ikea the driver interrupted our converstaion in the back seat to ask us where we were from as he noted we were speaking both Spanish and English. We answered and the driver was ever so pleased to hear that I was Canadian. He then launched into what I thought was the standard Canadian questions... Is Toronto in the french part of the country... is it cold all the time... is the skiing good... all pretty normal really, until he threw this question into the mix... ' En Canada existe un pueblo que se llama Twin Peaks?' Which translates to ' In Canada, is there a town called Twin Peaks?' I truly thought I had not understood him correctly... However the smirk on Alfredo's face was enough to tell that I had indeed heard correctly... the driver actually asked what I thought he had...
Too funny...
I should have told him my mum was the log lady...
No believe it or not I'm not writing about my boobs... The other day while in a taxi in a rushed trip to Ikea the driver interrupted our converstaion in the back seat to ask us where we were from as he noted we were speaking both Spanish and English. We answered and the driver was ever so pleased to hear that I was Canadian. He then launched into what I thought was the standard Canadian questions... Is Toronto in the french part of the country... is it cold all the time... is the skiing good... all pretty normal really, until he threw this question into the mix... ' En Canada existe un pueblo que se llama Twin Peaks?' Which translates to ' In Canada, is there a town called Twin Peaks?' I truly thought I had not understood him correctly... However the smirk on Alfredo's face was enough to tell that I had indeed heard correctly... the driver actually asked what I thought he had...
Too funny...
I should have told him my mum was the log lady...
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