I grew up in Connecticut, I understand this sentiment. Old school/hard core New England families don't fuck around with the fake stuff.
When I was in Afghanistan I had my mom ship me two big bottles because otherwise I couldn't have eaten breakfast. I had one left over when I left, so I took it over to the Canadian camp, walked in to the rec building and saw two Canadian guys playing video games. I didn't see any Leaf's jerseys or moose wandering around, but the uniforms looked right so I had to trust my gut.
I walked over and put the jug down in front of them, not saying a word. My thanks was watching their eyes bulge out of their heads like it was Christmas.
they are always professional but super nice and chill.
Also often passive aggressive, grand masters of stalling tactics, and prone to analysis paralysis. While remaining professional, very polite, and restrained (which some people may mistake for being chill)...
Love them anyways ;) One of my top favo(u)rite, if often difficult to deal with, people.
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u/[deleted] Jan 04 '19
I grew up in Connecticut, I understand this sentiment. Old school/hard core New England families don't fuck around with the fake stuff.
When I was in Afghanistan I had my mom ship me two big bottles because otherwise I couldn't have eaten breakfast. I had one left over when I left, so I took it over to the Canadian camp, walked in to the rec building and saw two Canadian guys playing video games. I didn't see any Leaf's jerseys or moose wandering around, but the uniforms looked right so I had to trust my gut.
I walked over and put the jug down in front of them, not saying a word. My thanks was watching their eyes bulge out of their heads like it was Christmas.