From 7/24, in a car toward Toronto city

John and I just left a Tim Horton's approximately three quarters of the way to London, Ontario, and a little less than one half the way to our halfway destination of Toronto, Ontario. We have encountered many curiosities and have stories to share. Foremost, I will highlight our journey to Happy Horton's. I walked in first thinking about soup. That was where things started to go downhill. I asked the lady what soup to get, she says: potato bacon. The soup in fact was like chip dip. I then asked for the other soup and in turn received the turkey rice, which hardly had any turkey. Each soup came with a role and two butters, which said Butter in English, then Burre in French. John ordered slowly. For some reason which we cannot comprehend this frustrated our host. John further frustrated our host by ordering a non-existant item, the oatmeal raisin bagel. Then our host expressed dissatisfaction and confusion, told John that item doesn't exist, then told John to "spit out" whatever he wants. John asked for a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese an Ice Cap Supreme, hazelnut variety; the first time he has had one.

We hurriedly ate our food, while our hosts awkwardly disappeared. Another interesting moment occurred when John's order was 3.72, and he received .88 cents change. This led us to believe that the US dollar is fucked; or, our hosts have serious issues with mathematics.