I love when it snowed, ment I got to make some $$. There was an awesome lady in the neighborhood, Mrs Gunn, after finishing her driveway, and side walks and digging out her and her husbands cars she would have me come in to warm up while she threw my snow gear in the dryer and serve me hot chocolate and graham crackers, give me a full sized Hershes bar to go and pay me and send me on my way. Found out many years later her husband was a spook, and she was an asset for him, turned double agent for the U.S. Coolest people ever.
This made me laugh harder than it should have... is this a known Canuck thing? I understand my Canadian friends a bit better now. So Nickleback to Rush? Where are the dick biters in that spectrum?