Conversation overheard at Fortress of Louisbourg.
Tourist: “Oh, wow! This is the bakery! I’d like to buy some bread!”
Blacksmith: “Sorry ma’am, this is the blacksmith shop.”
Tourist: “OK, so this is your oven?”
Blacksmith: “No…it’s my forge.”
Tourist: “Oh! So you are the baker?”
Blacksmith: “No. I’m the Blacksmith.”
Tourist: “Oh! OK. Now I understand. Can you bake me a loaf of bread?” —Blacksmith
This article appears in Aug 30 – Sep 5, 2012.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opT_JGssUVk
My larf for the day. Merci M. Smith du Noir
You folks at Loiusbourg are AWESOME!
blacksmith what is this new ross farm lol.
that newfie was hittin’ the ‘shine a little early, wasn’t she?
She just REEEAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYY wanted some bread.
The bread must have a lot of iron in it.
fortified with iron, in fact
My own true story.
Sitting on the Sackville side of Citadel Hill three summers ago:
Tourist: “Excuse me (pointing to top of C. Hill at the mast), can you tell me how to get to that ship on the hill?”
TT (straight-faced as hell): “Just head towards the mast, ma’am.”
We were at an outdoor museum in Cape Breton, watching an eagle fishing near the lake.
An American gentleman approachs, “Now wat in da hell are you Canadians doin’ with an American Baald Eagle?!”
Me,”Oh, didn’t you know? Canada is the US’s largest importer of Bald Eagles in the world…”
I LOVE to fuck with the heads of dick-wad “reinactors” at crappy historic fortresses… they get SO MAD! LOLOLOL!
Ya’ fucking dick-wads!
that’s sexual assault!
you can’t just go around fucking people’s heads willy nilly.
Or was the historic era predating the charter of rights?
That sscript is good comedy!
“Whose on furst”
lols
Wp
in Minneapolis in the 60’s on a science club trip in high school ….. one of the hosting parents announced they had been to canada….knew the place was french, and catholic, because people in restaurants sprinkled holy water on their french fries.
hahaha, i guess my holy water is cider vinegar
i must have given her ‘the eyebrow’ because they were pretty snotty to me after that.
i guess if they had seen cider vinegar, would have assumed the blood of christ was in there.
Huh??? Wha????
That’s why I gave up blacksmithing.
lookout for the fire down bellows!
they must have been from the south end, were they?
whenever I travel I usually try to read up a little, or now get an app, about a place so as not to look like a total Americano.
The silliest question put to me was, by a Canadian, oh you’re from England, do you know so-and-so?
I knew a guy that once went to Ireland. He went to a pub and started chatting with some locals. Things were going well when one of them made a comment to the affect, “Oh, you’re American.” or “All you Americans are alike.” He corrected them and said, “Well no, actually, I’m Canadian.” They said, “Oh well. Same thing.” He said, “I should have probably expected such a comment from you Brits.” Well, total shock, disbelief, aghast and highly insulted, this person says, “I am IRISH, not BRITISH!!” My friend then said, “British, Irish….same thing.” Totally shut them down. They got the picture after that.
avastO – telling a bog stomper he’s British is somewhat like saying a Quebecer is a human?
booooo