To illustrate how friendly Calgarians are, I submit this brief anecdote.
I was in 8th Street Sushi, and struck up a conversation with the owner while he busied himself making my lunch box special. We ventured onto the subject of my house hunting, and I told him that I had scored sweet pad in Marda Loop, to which he replied:
S- "Hey! Marda Loop? I got a buddy who lives down there; he's in pharmaceuticals. I should get your number so he can give you a call. You guys could get together for a beer!"
Here I am, some random dude that has walked in off the street, and the bossman is trying to hook me up with a new friend!
I could be an axe murderer on the lamb!
This isn't the first time I've had mutual friends forced on me; it's happened likely 6 other times since I've been here.
People just look at you, and if they think you've got a trusting face, they offer up their friends to you.
But I like it!
Hell, if I had known, I would have set you up to lodge with my sis and her hubby. They flip those Calgarian post war bungaloes into Monster Homes (or what Calgarians would call "monster" - anything with more than two stories - we'd just call them Regular)
I'd still love to catch a beer with them. . .if they're cool. Don't go setting me up on a blind date with a pair of squares who are looking for a third and fourth for Bridge.
But if they're from your gene pool, they gots ta have style! And a sense of humour!
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