Things I’ve Learned Living in Canada

That No One Tells You

Here’s a new series called, the things I’ve learned living in Canada (that no one tells you)

So the other day, I hear a knock at the door.

I look through the peephole and see this huge bloke standing there.

Couldn’t see his face, just a silhouette as his body covers most of the peephole.

And I’m thinking...

Definitely not the slim maintenance guy.

Anyway, I hear this little voice inside me say...

“Yeah nah, open the door...it should be ok”

So I open the door…

And there it is, I see his uniform, I’m shocked.

It’s Canada Post.

The postie. The legend. The unicorn.

He’d shown up to work!!!

I almost offered him a seat and a cold one just for showing up.

I’ve been waiting months for this delivery.

These therapeutic pillows ordered from Oz.

My neck has been all twisted trying out different pillows in Canada.

As I smiled, it was at this moment, where I felt he let me have one breath of happiness, before saying:

Postie: “You need to pay customs.”

Me: Customs?!

Postie: Yes, they said you need to pay customs of $37.95. If you have a Master or Visa card, I can take the payment right now.

Right now? Mate, I haven’t even emotionally processed your arrival.

No one warns you of how savage customs duties are here.

They’ll charge you on things you didn’t even buy, like gifts...it’s insane.

Anyway, so, I was taxed on my dreams, and was left standing there confused & neck still sore...

But hey, at least the postie showed up.

A rare sighting (also no one tells you about). Like a solar eclipse.