Today I got a haircut. Then this happened. This happens all the time. All. the. time.
Hair stylist: "So where are you from anyhow?"
Me: "Vermont! It's close to the Canadian border."
Her: "Oh, that must be beautiful up there."
Me: "Yeah, I love it."
Her: "So is your husband from Canada too?"
Me: "No, he's from America. Near Boston."
Love & Continental Shift,
P.s. Fuck you, Internet, for bringing back page after PAGE of Justin Bieber when I search for "Canada."