Les Quebecois me rendent folle!
There are so many French Canadians in Myrtle Beach this week. I actually had some customers ask whether they had crossed the Canadian border or not, because they weren't too sure. They are pushy and annoying, and because I speak French I have to deal with all of them. ALL OF THEM. I even had one hit on me today. They all come running in giant groups into the main office. They are like storming buffalo, except I can't shoot them and use every single part of their body for some useful purpose like the Indians once did. Dame.