So, I’m driving around the airport for my scheduled meeting with Sir Branson and I’m stopped by a very attractive young cop who peers in through my window and yells: “Virgin?”
Well…. as you can imagine, I was dumbfounded. I babbled something about how it had, in fact, been awhile and though I was quite sure hymens didn’t grow back, should he be stuck on that point, I had heard of surgical interventions. You know how it is. To which he replied “the airline, ma’am”.
So anyway, I thought their red and white plane seemed like a fitting Canada Day tribute. Because I’m really quite touched at how people seem to be embracing the day, you know? I mean it all started with a beer commercial and now the whole country seems quite pleased about the whole Canada thing.
So here’s to you! And here’s to me! We’d be flagless without our maple tree!
Happy Canada Day. Eh.
