Fast Food Gossip

Short story about an experience I had today that I wanted to share. Please and thank you to not hating me.

I had very little to do today, and while I don’t usually condone eating at McDonald’s, I quite enjoy being there during breakfast time, so this morning my husband dropped me off there for coffee and breakfast burritos because I ran this week and can therefore treat myself. I quickly finish my food and am nursing my coffee over Johannes Cabal the Necromancer when a nice group of senior Scottish Canadians settles next to my table. I pay no mind and continue to read, but not five minutes later, one of the women comes to me and asks if she can sit next to me. I quickly move my jacket and stuff, and she joins my table, but is still with that group. her husband sits across from her soon afterward with food, and then another gentleman comes to sit across from me.

So now I’m wedged into the corner of a corner table at McDonald’s. I thought it was actually rather nice that they were comfortable with me being there, as usually where I come from in the States, the large groups of seniors come early enough in the morning to where no ginger reading a book would be awake to disturb them.

Thankfully I know that large groups of seniors don’t usually stay and read books after they eat and talk (that’s for the lone senior that comes to McDonald’s), so I think I’ll just wait them out, and then leave. Which was easy, except I began to inadvertently eavesdrop on their conversation since I was practically part of their group by this point. I like to consider myself pretty good at listening in without giving myself away, but these guys were talking about their grandchildren and Tesco, plus I loved their accents, and I couldn’t help myself. Finally, one of the men said (abridgedly), “I love me son, but he was a little shite as a kid. He has his own now. I think his is worse!”

I accidentally giggle and attract the attention of the group. I think for a second that I’m about to be thrown out from my little corner, but instead the man cackles and says “Just you wait ’til you have a kid!”

To make a short story long, they continued with their gossip and I continued to read. Finally they left, and I followed soon after. It was a nice experience, and while I hope I didn’t disturb them too much, I’m sure it was a nice experience for them too.

– C

P.S. – I apologize if my summation of Scottish speech in text is offensive. I just think Scottish people sound rad.

Haircuts and Horses

So my husband suggested that I write a blog post about my experience at real Canadian hair salon. And while yes, First Choice Haircutters was a new experience for me, having only gone to family owned businesses since I was a child, I don’t think writing about my haircut would be in the slightest interesting. So instead I’m going to write about an app I recently downloaded that has driven my husband crazy over the past week or so.

My Horse Prince is a dating simulator I downloaded last weekend during my search for normal dating simulators to help me with source material for a bit project I’m currently working on. I had already heard about the app on Kotaku, but had forgotten about it somehow until I stumbled upon it during my search. I immediately had to sit and think about my life choices as I was downloading and installing the app, and ever since then, I’ve slowly felt my psyche slip away from me.


Don’t get me wrong, though. This game is far more interesting than your regular dating sim. You play a generic girl trying to find a hot guy by visiting a ranch, and instead you find a hot horse. You then spend an unnecessary amount of commitment in encouraging this horse in his various endeavors to become a better racehorse.


That’s about as simple as it gets, but for fear of spoiling the finer and, dare I say, more interesting details of the game, I’ll leave it at that. It’s weird, definitely got me some stares when I played it at Lamanna’s, but it’s kept me mildly entertained for days. Go download it if you’re curious. It’s free.

I promise I’ll actually also talk about different Canadian and Scarboroughian places I visit (Like Lamanna’s), but for now, I’m pretty cooped up where I am and trying to find reliable ways to spend my time. Anyway, thank you for reading.

– C

Because my husband asked me to, like, 10 times.

This is the post excerpt.

So I’ve lived in Canada for a little over a month as a visitor. I still miss coffee, I’m still slightly intimidated by public transit, and I still wish I had a job. So what better way to do something with my time but write?
I’ve blogged before. That was freshman year of university, though, when I still thought I was hot shit. I’m still writing, even beyond this blog, too. Unpaid game projects provide me with eventual resume experience, I suppose. But my husband’s suggested quite a few times now that I write about my life and times in Canada as a small-town girl from North Carolina. And yeah, I’ll admit, there’s a lot to talk about, tiny little things I still notice time to time while I discover my place here. I’ll probably also talk about my video game goings-on in the process, too. Y’know, give this blog some actual spice as I play Pokemon Moon.
So we’ll see how this blog progresses. I’ll probably make update posts about my milestones and whatnot, and complain about the lack of sketchy Mexican food in Toronto. Who knows, maybe I’ll keep going until I actually have dual citizenship.