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Dinner with Dad
Living close to the U.S./Canada border, it isn’t uncommon to take a few hours and cross for dinner… Last night I went with my Dad to one of his favourite places. (he can gamble a little, the food and beer is cheap and fattening… wonderful) It is funny how much different *their* chicken wings are compared to *ours*… they must get away with some crazy steroids that the Canadian government has banned. I’ve never liked crossing the border. The guards have been pricks in the past and with Bush in the White House, they are even more vigilant.
However… there must be something in the wings and pizza… because I always stuff myself. MSG maybe? Idunno… So… I’m sitting there with my Dad and four large middle aged men sit down at the table beside us and there is one guy, we called him the Alpha male, who didn’t shut up the entire time we were there. And, of course, he was loud and made many stupid ignorant remarks… My favourite being, (paraphrasing) ‘give me 24 hours in New York and I’d wipe the U.N. off the face off the Earth, who needs them anyways’. Right. Last time I checked the U.S. was part of the U.N… I figured he must jump up and down and pout when he doesn’t get his way. Gawd. It was hard listening to this guy ramble on… I wonder what his pals were thinking, they didn’t say a whole lot. Anyway, he gave my Dad and I a lot to talk about on the way home… hehe… It was fun though. I don’t get many chances to enjoy a night out with my Dad, in any environment.