“Hmm, I think the Unicorn Pub down the street may have some. It’s a few blocks though”
“Is that place still open?”
“Well it was the Dubliner for a while but it’s back to The Unicorn now…”
“I don’t think so, sorry”
Canadians apologize for everything. We apologize to people we pass in the street, even if we’re the one to step off the curb to make room. We apologize to cab drivers if they take a wrong turn, we somehow figure it was our fault; “Sorry my house is actually ten minutes in the other direction. So sorry”.
We apologize for missing a friends phone call. We apologize for taking the last drops of coffee, the last donut, the last piece of cake. I woke up in the middle of the night, went to get a glass of water, tripped on my coffee table and promptly apologized to it.
We even apologize for apologizing too much, and for that, I’m very sorry.