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Tracking Down Canadians One Toque At A Time

I recently came across this website and had a good chuckle. If there's one thing a true Canadian excels at it's having a laugh at his own expense! This blog covers all the bases: Tim Horton's Coffee, Canadian Tire's money, and Canadian Television's Heritage Minutes. Here's an excerpt on a recent piece about Super Bowl ads - a situation known to give Canadian sports fans apoplexy...

A good way to spot a Canadian is to reference a Super Bowl ad that was aired in the United States. The Canadian will typically go on a rant about how Canadians don't get to see the good commercials. This rant will continue for several minutes and usually degenerate into a diatribe about hockey. This is another good way to spot a Canadian. If you give them enough time to speak they will eventually turn any topic into a hockey conversation.

Here's where you can learn all the tricks when it comes to How To Spot A Canadian.


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