Hicks and Thanksgiving

I won't be awarding points for this one, as I was not alone. I just think this is an interesting observation in the behaviours of hicks...(like myself).

I managed to hitch a ride home for Thanksgiving with a coworker and her husband, who hales from the same hometown as me. We stopped at the Tim Horton's in Renfrew, as apparently did everyone else, his cousin, and her paternal grandmother.

As we stood in line for food (first time a Timmy's stop has ever taken HALF AN HOUR to grab food and leave), we struck up conversation with the lady in line behind us. My coworker has described her husband as prone to striking up conversations with anyone, and I get the impression it's true... he's much better at it than am I. Although I was speaking to her while he was still getting gas, so HA! victory is mine.

Anyway, the stranger was also from a small town. We chatted quite happily... you must understand, this is not an out-of-character sort of thing for hicks to do. Of course, city people may do this as well, but I just feel that city people feel a little more separated from the people they don't know... meh.

WHAT I LEARNED: People who work in Tim Hortonses in hospitals make more than those who work in other locations.
WHAT I ALSO LEARNED: Hicks are social creatures.

But I always knew that second point... it took me a few months of living in Ottawa to realize that I may have been unnerving people on the street by making eye contact as I passed, expecting to see someone I knew with whom to chat...

(yes, that's right.. WITH WHOM. Hicks do sometimes use proper grammar).