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Ok, I really need me a blackberry or somethin so I can blog on the go, cuz I always come across blog-worthy items…but by the time I get to my computer to type a post, I dun forgot ‘em all. ARGH!

 
But I went to Toronto last week (for work), and it was a real experience (I wonder if they’re lazy with the pronunciation of “Toronto” like ATLiens are with pronouncing “Atlanta” - oh, I mean Atlanna). One of my co-workers in the Canadian office was kind enough to take me out for the one night I was in town, we checked out downtown (which looked just like Times Square) and we ate some GREAT Mongolian BBQ.

So how bout, we went to the bathroom before we left, and……homegirl had the bubble guts like what……and she wasn’t shy about it! Now I know, when you gotta go, you gotta go…but damn. I didn’t need to be exposed to all that.

 
But yo, I can’t tell you how many times I left a bathroom stall without flushing. I’m so used to the auto flushers, that I don’t even think about it. Yeah, had to turn around and go back a couple times when I didn’t hear the “swoosh”.

 
CUSTOMS - that was pretty deep. This was my first time really traveling internationally (cuz Tiajuana doesn’t count……I’ll never go back), so the custom’s thing was kinda new. At first when I rolled up on the man in Canada, he was real cool. Took my passport and what not (can I tell you how cool I felt having a passport? LOL, I’m a dork. Sue me!). Then he started grillin’ me.

 
“What are you here for?”

Business.

“What KIND of business?”

Ummm???

He had me stumped yall. I couldn’t remember what I was there for.

Training……market research?

The man was lookin at me with suspicion in his eye, and I was scurred they were gonna deport me back to the US. But then he let me through, and all was right with the world once again.

 
Then I go to get my rental car, and the man there was bothering me somethin’ awful. I guess he was tryna be “friendly” and helpful and welcome me to Canada, but I wasn’t interested. I just wanted the keys so I could get to my hotel. Then he calls himself flirting with me, asking where I’m staying, how long I’ll be in town……look dude, this is really “sweet” and all, but I’m not in the mood. Just hand me my KEYS!

 
But Toronto was aight. I think I could live there. I’d just have to get used to spending Tunies, realize that the 90 speed limit on the freeway is in Kilometers, and figure out exactly how warm is 22 degrees Celsius, lol.

Sidenote: I really missed seeing the pseudo BF while I was gone. And it was only overnight. Damn.