I was privileged enough to recently visit Ottawa, Canada on my latest business trip. For quite some time now (twenty years to be exact) I have been talking about how I would like to go to this wonderful country. Having family there, I have heard nothing but great stuff and the privileges that come by being a Canadian citizen. From the minute that I got off the plane I felt a sense of respect and humbleness, and at the same time I felt at home. Canadian are very much so polite individuals. I checked into my hotel and The front desk concierge spoke three languages; yes three languages.

The next morning as I walked through the streets of Ottawa, I literally lost count of how many times I heard good morning and good day. It’s little things like this that tickle my fancy. The city is also really clean and organized in such a way-from the airport to the department stores. I really came back with a positive note and a new mind set in potential living terms. Canada I would say is definitely within my next twenty year margin as one of the possible cities that I would relocate my family to. I’d say its probably a good place to raise kids as well. Im going home today and plant the seed to my wife and hopefully she takes a small interest to the possible Idea of us moving there in the near future. After all, I have twenty years to convince her eh.

I'm sitting in a plane with a great seat on my way back home. The guy at the end of the seat is keeping to himself with having nothing to say. Just him and his book. However, I can't seem to say re same for this retarded girl sitting next to me. Not only did she board late, but she has not stopped talking to her friend infront of me. This girl is standing up and just ordered two rounds of sky vodka for her and her friend. That's ok and all but she is everywhere and can't seem to shut it up! Not everyone wants to know how your relationship with your boyfriend is as strong as your drink or how your parents are struggling to sell the house. Maybe you should stop running your mouth and see what you can do to help them sell it.

To the girl who flew American Airlines flight 1999 and sat in seat 18b, thanks alot for being a fucktard.


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I was on my way home and decide to stop by and get one of those 6" inch tasty subs from publix. While the deli lady was fixing my sub, I happened to turn back and saw this very older gentlemen rocking back and forth. I saw he was wearing an apron and was fixing up some slices of ham with cheese on a platter. I said to myself (there's no way this old gentleman is possibly working) and he was. I was so sadden to see Don working at such an age. I stood there for a couple of minutes and decided to engage in conversation with him. Don is 92 years of age and is a world war II veteran. His wife recently passed away and cant hardly afford his house payments, as he still owes his mortgage. Don gets limited medical covered through the VA and well he just needs money and at times somebody to talk to. To tell you the truth this broke my heart. Heres a guy that fought for our country and at his third stage in his life he should be at home watching the ball game and resting on his recliner. Instead, he's working at a publix trying to make ends meat. By the time Im eighty ill be lucky if social security is still around. This is clearly an eye opening for me that the government could care less about social health care in this country. While we spend more money sending troops to fight other countries war and not take care of our own business here at home, we will continue to have more Don's in a supermarket somewhere near you. Id like to see how many congressmen have their mothers and fathers working in the Deli department.

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