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Things Only Canadians Do...

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Fishheadjoe
 
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I haven't been there since about 1988. Thanks for the honorary status. Here is a story that explains how Newfies are:
As I said, I was stationed in Argentia from 1963 - 1966. Argentia is about 90 miles from St. Johns. In those days, it was dirt road from Argentia to the TCH. That was 45 miles of dust and rocks in the summer, mud and muck in the spring and fall, and ice and snow in the winter. We traveled that road every weekend we were not in Iceland on patrol and sometime weeknights.
My friend and I were on our way to town in a blowing snow storm. We got a flat on the VW bug we were driving and when we got out to change the tire, we saw the place where you put the jack in on the side of a VW was no longer its square shape, but a misshapen trapezoid the jack would not fit in.
As we were discussing how we would get the car jacked up, a man in a pickup with his daughter, who looked to be about 13, in the middle and his wife on the right pulled up and asked if he could help. We explained our dilemma and he said he had a bumper jack in the truck bed we could use. If you know anything about the old VW bug, you know the fastest was to remove a bumper is with a bumper jack.
As we were experimenting with ways to jack up the car, the man rolled down the window and very politely asked if we could hurry it up a bit as his daughter had a broken arm and they were on the way to the hospital. I think we set a new world record for changing a tire on a VW.
I mean, who and where in the world would a person stop to help total strangers when his own flesh and blood was injured and in pain?

I told my wife this story and when we took a road trip from Houston, Texas, to St Johns. We couldn't find the Greenwood Lodge where we were booked. There is one thing Newfies can't do well. Give or understand directions. Sorry, but it is true. So I stopped at a convenience store and called the lodge to get directions. After several tries, I went back to the convenience store and repeated the process.
On the third trip back to the convenience store, a man in line behind me to use the pay phone said he knew where it was. I asked for directions, but instead, he asked my to follow him. He took up his time to lead me there.

That is Newfoundlanders. That is why I love them. That is why I call them the Canadian Texans.

Great stories! There's definitely a warmth to the people here, though it's occasionally tempered by xenophobia and maybe a bit of an inferiority complex.

Newfoundlanders don't give directions.

They say "Stay where you're at, I'll come where you're to."

"Stay where you're to 'til I comes where you're at!"

Ron Hynes (famous-ish Newfoundland singer-songwriter) used to tell a story about being in Toronto and asking someone "where's the next bus stop to?" and being told that he shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition so he rephrased it "where's the next bus stop to, *******?" Not sure if it's true but it was funny and Ron was definitely crusty enough to say it. :D


Many Canadians still seem to think that all American beers are the watery industrial lagers that were totally dominant in the last century and that their industrial lagers are somehow a lot better. Wake up guys; it's not 1975 anymore! We have real beer here now!

I've known this since at least the mid-90s when I was first introduced to the US craft beer scene. Sit down and drink 4 American Imperial IPAs and let me know if you still think US beer is weak. :D

What does a pirate say on his eightieth birthday?

Aye matey.

Y'arrrrr!
 
Great stories! There's definitely a warmth to the people here, though it's occasionally tempered by xenophobia and maybe a bit of an inferiority complex.



"Stay where you're to 'til I comes where you're at!"

Ron Hynes (famous-ish Newfoundland singer-songwriter) used to tell a story about being in Toronto and asking someone "where's the next bus stop to?" and being told that he shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition so he rephrased it "where's the next bus stop to, *******?" Not sure if it's true but it was funny and Ron was definitely crusty enough to say it. :D




I've known this since at least the mid-90s when I was first introduced to the US craft beer scene. Sit down and drink 4 American Imperial IPAs and let me know if you still think US beer is weak. :D



Y'arrrrr!
I really never noticed the xenophobia. I can understand the inferiority complex given the way they have been treated over time by the rest of Canada and how the Canadian government has screwed the Newfoundland government. Canada completely disregarded the agreement that brought Newfoundland into the Commonwealth. (Sorry if I got too political, consider it a history lesson)