Kanata, Ontario, Canada...

Here I am, Kanata, Ontario Canada, try to tell people where you’re going in Canada, they think you’re trying to be funny. I thought the people that were from here were making a joke when they told me where they were from. Here’s the view from my hotel room, last night when I “landed”.



Anyway, I went out for lunch today, local pub (nice place, looked like good beer on tap, but I’m working), so I sat there, ate my bangers and mash (VERY good!) and I notice this one waitress comes up to the bartender, she’s crying. Proceeds to tell the story of this lady that orders a steak (for lunch, if you can imagine!) and gets upset when it’s not there on time, rips the bill up in the girls face and refuses to pay for her drink (rum) and salad. Come to find out this lady was with a party of people that are with the company that I’m doing work for. So I got another side to the story, same story. I was pretty ticked, you just don’t treat people that way. That’s twice in two weeks that I’ve been places where people treat wait staff like second class citizens. What is up with that??!! Do we (collectively) not realize that they are people too? I asked the bartender who pays for that, she tells me it’s the waitress, she has to pay the tab out of her tips. I have half a mind to find that lady and talk to her, I’m afraid I’d be rude though. That just burns me up.

That’s about it from Canada. Things are going well here, not as quickly as I had hoped, but I’ll be done in time to head home, maybe even make it home tomorrow night.

BS