The great white north
My new buddy, captured on film forever as he "hangs out" on the quad.
There's always a degree of culture shift/shock that I go through when I work in a northern community. I'm now in Rankin Inlet, a town of about 3000. I asked to borrow the work truck one day and asked where the keys were kept. I got a look like "were you born yesterday?!" and a response of "in the ash tray."
Turns out that's where people store their keys here.
But if you bring supplies to work to make coffee, keep them in your desk or they will disappear very quickly.
Get your head around that one.
6 Comments:
Oh my, Carol, he's one ugly sucker.
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schmuck....sia schmuck. Kettie
welcome home Carol. Get that big dumb ox off your site already
just a few more weeks, and that wintery picture will make sense again.
Carol, it's time to moooooooove on. Please. Laura
Carlotti...you've been places, seen the world, had awesome parties...and a bunch of other stuff since that ox picture. Any chance you'll be in the mood soon of updating this thing? Kettie
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