I must be Canadian eh

I have worked in the tourism industry for two years non consecutively now and I always enjoy hearing the stereotypes of Canadians. The most common one is that we are always so nice and apologize for everything. Well the other day I had a very Canadian moment. Let me also say that dentists love me, I hate flossing and so I provide good business.

Tourism and dentists, are you confused yet? I recently experienced a toothache that did not like my usual approach of ignore the problem and it will go away. No no no, this one throbbed and was like the child who cannot be ignored. The tooth was there and it hurt. I even resorted to phoning my mommy and ended up being rescued to Cochrane for an evening with the parents and tylenol 3. An excellent combination. The day came and I admitted defeat making an appointment with my dentist. The solution... a root canal. Boo to that! Floss would not have fixed that one.

I made my way home from work brushed up and rinsed out with mouthwash to make sure my teeth were presentable for the dentisit. The same way we shave our legs before the doctor. I only live 5 blocks from the dentist and started hoofing it up the street about 12 minutes before my appointment. Last time I was early. This time I missed every single light and had to wait to safely proceed across the busy intersections of 17th Ave. The appointment was scheduled for 6 p.m. and I arrived at 5:59 with possibly 3 seconds to spare. As I opened the door and greeted the receptionist out it came, the most Canadian sentence I have uttered: "I am so sorry I am right on time". You know you are Canadian when... I am not late I am not early I am right on time and have not inconvenienced a single person and yet I apoliogize. I admit it I am Canadian and incredibly polite. Making my parents proud one day at a time.

Shellie Moment: Have you not figured it out yet? "I am so sorry I am right on time".

Shellie Moment #2: You are in for a treat there is a second Shellie Moment this time. When I was taking some tylenol 3 for the pain to get some sleep I was resting on the couch when I returned back home. My left leg was slightly outside the blanket and I noticed a black mark, natural reaction is to lick my thumb and wipe the mark off. It would not budge so a bit more moisture and get my nail into it so that it stood no chance. Well turns out that in my tylenol 3 state I had forgotten about the recent tattoo I had gotten on my left leg no matter how hard I scrubbed it is not coming off :).