01.15.2013 08:08 AM

Typically Canadian

Son One took my keys. I’m locked out of our Yorkville offices. So I’m walking Roxy, waiting for a staffer to show up. (They don’t get in as early as I do, but they work harder than I do.)

Saw this on the side of a building as I walked the dog. “Conditional about happiness,” I said to the dog. “How quintessentially Canadian.”



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