"Why does everything taste so damned good?"
"No, Kelsey. You wave, you do not bow. And put your other hand away when forking over your debit card, you weirdo."
"Ah! I must run to get across before the light changes or I'll be waiting forever! No, wait. No, I don't. Shit, you have to press a button here?"
"It's midnight. You know what I need right now? An alcoholic beverage of some description. Wait, there's none in the house? The liquor store is closed? The cold beer and wine store is closed? What do you mean, I can't hop across the street to the convenience store and get some?"
"The air smells very nice today."
"$2.50 for a one zone bus ticket? $5 for a three zone ticket? What the shit is this?"
"It's nice to be able to ride on the skytrain without being elbowed in the gut by an assertive old lady."
"The bus from Chilliwack to Vancouver only passes through every two hours or so? And it costs how much? And there's no guaranteed seating? And the seats are like what? What the shit is this?"
"Why does everything taste so damned good?"
"Okay, Kelsey. You are in a public place. You have a reasonable expectation of everyone around you understanding what you're saying. Judge yourself accordingly."
"Hey, there's a white person! Do I know them? No, I do not."
"HST. We meet again, my old enemy."
"My friends here are awesome. My friends in Korea are also awesome. Why can't I have both at the same time, if just for science's sake?"
"Hey! I can get Chilsung Cider and Peppero in Burquitlam! Sweet! And I can read all the hangul!"
"Is it wrong to drink all the beer just because it tastes so damned good? No."
This is just a short sampling, mind.
