Comment Re:Explanation (Score 1) 797
I live in Buffalo, and in fact we have *three* bridges leading into Canada. There's the Peaec Bridge, which is a hulking pile of crap and due to be replaced very soon if the administration can get around to doing it. There's the Queenston-Lewiston bridge, which is just a boring bridge, but the quickest way for anyone living south/east of Buffalo. And finally, we have the Rainbow bridge, linking the wonderful hellhole of Niagara Falls, NY with the actual city of Niagara Falls, ON.
We have Canadian currency pouring into the country around us. Most stores actually offer it at about equal value, especially for coins. Bills are usually discounted 30%, like the parent said, but I've always seen Canadian coins accepted at face value in most stores. Now, here in Ohio, I passed a Canadian quarter to someone, who looked at it rather dumbfounded until I took it back and produced an American quarter. It was really interesting to see the difference a four hour drive makes in how "foreign" currency is treated.
But, I also have every single one of those things in my pockets. Right front: dorm key, lighter, stolen knife and fork from the dining hall. Left front: cell phone (shitty Samsung clamshell), swiss army knife. Back right: wallet, of course. Jacket pockets: another lighter, an english paper, butterfly knife. Pretty jammed with stuff, and no tea whatsoever. Wish I had some, though.
We have Canadian currency pouring into the country around us. Most stores actually offer it at about equal value, especially for coins. Bills are usually discounted 30%, like the parent said, but I've always seen Canadian coins accepted at face value in most stores. Now, here in Ohio, I passed a Canadian quarter to someone, who looked at it rather dumbfounded until I took it back and produced an American quarter. It was really interesting to see the difference a four hour drive makes in how "foreign" currency is treated.
But, I also have every single one of those things in my pockets. Right front: dorm key, lighter, stolen knife and fork from the dining hall. Left front: cell phone (shitty Samsung clamshell), swiss army knife. Back right: wallet, of course. Jacket pockets: another lighter, an english paper, butterfly knife. Pretty jammed with stuff, and no tea whatsoever. Wish I had some, though.