This morning, just after 7 I was going for the bus that was a couple of minutes early. Rather than just driving off, the driver waited at the stop for me.

While doing the 20m dash to get to the bus stop, I slipped on some ice and landed about six feet away from where I tripped.

Someone got off the bus and asked me if I was ok - I was.

This is why I'm loving Canada today. Neither of these things would ever have happened in London or Leeds...

Cool

I sent you a private message btw

Ah, the politeness of Canadians.... it's quite a shock, sometimes. Living in Amsterdam right now (me: Canuck!) its quite disgusting that people don't even take the time to say "excuse me" when wanting to pass you in a clothing store... not, they just BUMP into you - how rude!!! And they never say excuse me for anything for that matter.

Its like I always tell my Dutch friends: If you step on a Canadian's foot - guaranteed they will say Sorry before you do - if you do.....

Fluffy

PS: are ya hurtin'?

Someone at work has accused me of favouring my right leg!

Fortunately the bruises that are developing on my posterior are not in need of medical attention otherwise I would be well stuffed, with another 2 months to go before I have medical cover! (Who thought 'Insurance, nah'!)

Normally I'm very careful when walking for this very reason!

Dear Sarah,
Please come to Toronto and give a visit to Yonge & Finch TTC ticket sales staff. Just pretend you speak English with accent; doesn't matter how polite you speak to them, and who is behind the counter.......
If you were oriental or black or you'll even receive first class treatment (read harrasment)....

This can have its down side.....

Getting through a door can take time in Canada... if your polite too.

After you..... no after you... no no after you I insist... no no after you

LOL Too true!! Been there done that!

politeness yes, but need to develop the sense of humour sometimes. me and my brother entered a clothing shop downtown toronto and was immediately set upon by a rather attractive assistant. "may i help you?" she says. My brother in his broadest lancastrian accent replies "yes, i'd like all the cash from the register, the credit card machine and your underwear!"

Her face was classic as she tried to figure out what he said, and what he meant, she didn't know if to run, call the police or slap him

That's classic borderline between humour and stupidity.

Lancastrians at our best!