My Family does the Tim Ho's Drive-Thru

Every time I go through the Tim Horton’s drive thru with my father, he pulls up to the garbage can (before the “order here” box) and begins to place his order. Then we all laugh and yell “Daaaad, that’s the GARBAGE can!” And then my then my dad says “Ohh! Ha. Whoops, why do they make those things look so similar???” We finally make it to the ordering box and the conversation usually ends up in some variation of this:

Tim Horton’s Staff: Welcome to Tim Horton’s, can I take your order?
Dad: Uh, hi. I’d like a large bagel please.
THS: Sir, we don’t have large bagels. They only come in one size.
Dad: I’m pretty sure you had them the last time I was here.
THS: Sir, we’ve never had "large" bagels.
Dad: Oh, maybe I’m thinking about the small bagels then.
THS: We only have one size.
Dad: Okay, I’ll take one of those tiny bagels then.
THS: The bagels aren’t tiny sir, they’re a regular bagel size.
Dad: Ohhh I see. Could I have a timbit bagel then?
THS: We don’t have those sir. Only regular bagels.
Dad: I’m pretty sure you had them the last-
THS: Sir, we have timbit donuts. We do NOT have bagels timbits.
Dad: Well then what do you do with the middle of the bagel?
THS: I - I don’t know Sir.
Dad: Okay, okay. I’ll just have an extra small coffee please.

I will never get tired of this.

Nat Goes Flat

I have moved. I feel like I never really unpacked from my last adventure because I had a strong feeling that my next step would be somewhere that required luggage. Sure enough, I’ve been dropped in Saskatchewan in a wonderful (and tiny) little community. Major changes have come with this move, I am living on my own but this time in a considerably larger abode compared to Chateau Shoebox. Unlike C.S. though, my new place is unfurnished -- which I kind of like. The rooms are spacious. I can cartwheel just about everywhere. I officially now have a bed, a kitchen table (with chairs), a couch, and a filing cabinet.

I’ve also bought a car. This is my first vehicle unless you count "The Covered Wagon" in University (named that because it had all of the qualities of a covered wagon: no air conditioning, no radio, no power windows, and a family of pilgrims living in the back). I have the most adorable black Yaris hatchback named Yimmy (the picture in this post was taken while driving Yimmy).

Yims and I get along well. I drive and sing at the top of my lungs -- he waits patiently for me when I leave him outside of the Great Canadian Superstore for an hour (that store is AMAZING).

The weather here is not nearly as cold as I had thought, but it will get colder. Cars here come with a block heater and parking spaces all have little outlets to plug into on the “cold nights”. If you don’t plug your car in, the oil turns to Jell-O and your car will explode (or something like that). To brace for the winter, I even bought a jacket that definitely belongs to the parka family; maybe a first cousin to a full blown parka. I’ve always felt that if I wear anything that doesn’t explicitly define my waist, I might as well wear a refrigerator with a hole drilled in the top. My pride lost the battle and I now trudge along in what my mom refers to as a particularly “cute refrigerator”.

Finally, to my shock and horror, for my whole life I’ve been pronouncing “Saskatchewan” incorrectly. It’s not four syllables. It’s more like three and a half. It’s actually pronounced “Sask-at-chwin” not “Sask-atch-ooo-wan” like I’ve said it all my life… It reminds me of when I was in grade four and I unknowingly pronounced “Decimal” as “Destimal” for the whole year but my teacher never corrected me. Then I went into grade five and my new teacher thought I was retarded.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

"The Natterhorn: A Broad Abroad" in it's current state, is retiring. But, where one adventure chapter closes, another one opens. The new and not so improved (well, I resolve to start editing more rigorously but the passive voice will likely stay) shall be launched shortly. "The Natterhorn: Nat goes Flat"