When I was at the shipping company this afternoon, the little old guy at the counter asked me if I was Canadian. I was pretty amused. I related this to Snookums at lunch, and I was just about to point out to him my theory of how my years abroad must have softened and changed my harsh Midwestern accent, when he interrupted me with: “He was just being polite. Canadians get really pissed off if you assume they’re American.” OH.