Culture…such a nebulous term, encapsulating the entire scope of human creativity, from nourishing cuisine, to heart-wrenching stage plays; space exploration, to the humble flourish of puns. How can one possibly convey the culture of an entire nation, particularly if one is limited to merely a single photographic snapshot of a solitary moment in time?
Montreal, airport, 7:24 AM. A snaking line of Canadians queuing up to satiate their ravenous hunger for Tim Horton’s, the nation’s most beloved institution. Yes, kids. Even more than hockey. Wherever these people have to go, it’s not nearly as important as getting their Timmy’s.
Oh, and the other Tim Horton locations within the same airport also had lines, despite the immediate adjacency of alternative eating establishments. But nay, my friends and colleagues. It is Tim Horton’s or nothing with these Canadian fellows.
Just kidding, Canada. We Americans only make fun of you because dammit we’re jealous of all your free health care and non-shouting methods of communication. It’s the only coping mechanism we’ve got.