That's Probably Not a Good Idea
Can someone remind me that I’m not in Mongolia anymore? After last night’s display, I’m not so sure I even know where I am – let alone what actions to take in certain situations. Here is one very good example:
To get home in Mongolia, walk onto the street and flag someone down.
To get home in Calgary, use public transit or call a cab.
Apparently there is something I don’t understand in that last sentence. What I decided to do was apply the Mongolia action to Calgary…at 2 AM.
So there I was out on the street waving someone down (alcohol was involved…I won’t lie). I wouldn’t expect anyone to stop, even on a good day. Then all of a sudden a car slows down and it turns out the driver is from Eritrea. I’m almost positive that the only reason he stopped was because he was used to people doing the same thing I was in Eritrea. Seriously, what are the chances of flagging down an Eritrean driver at 2 AM in Calgary?
But the fun didn’t stop there. After meeting some friends at Denny’s (didn’t end up eating), I got a ride home from a kind police officer. I wasn’t in trouble, but he sure was proud that I didn’t choose to go home with a drunk driver.
Nice to know you can still have fun like that and not have to be in India or Mongolia.


1 Comments:
Sweet, and I was worried that my party life would be over when I get back. Mmmmm I'm dreaming of Denny's!
PS. Aren't the RCMP nice.
Post a Comment
<< Home