Canadians like to apologize a lot. I’ve noticed that many Canadians are mindful of their personal space and the space of others. Although my students and some colleagues have warned me not to be charmed by what they call the “underhanded apology,” I’ve found this to be a very pleasant part of living North of the border. Take, for example, a mundane encounter last night during the Pride block parties. A group of women were walking backwards in the middle of a crowded street full of intoxicated revelers hopped up on everything from booze to molly. It was a slow and grinding procession. Most of the outdoor parties were shutting down for the night and people were sort of roaming the streets, looking to keep the party going. In the midst of it all, I spotted a group of women that looked especially wasted. They were screaming loudly and dancing (more like flailing!) about…until BAM! They ran into someone. The guilty ...
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