A very long time ago I read a story about two men, one an American and the other a Canadian, who embarked on a six-week fishing excursion in the wilderness of northern Ontario. They drove as far as they could, then continued on foot, making the first of several trips to transport their equipment and supplies to the banks of a river a half-day's trek into the wilds. For several days they returned each day to where they had left their vehicle and toted more of their gear to their campsite. On the fifth day, when each man had loaded up with as much as he could carry, there was just one medium-sized box left. The American said, "Well, give it to me, and I'll carry it." But the Canadian said, "No, we'll come back for it tomorrow." That, they say, is the difference between Americans and Canadians.
I was reminded of that story last week when our hired girl was here. There were two large baskets of clean clothes and a dozen garments on hangers that needed to be brought up from the basement laundry room. It would have taken me three trips, but Jenny simply put one basket on top of the other, the hang-ups on top of that, and lugged it all up the basement stairs in one.
Definitely American.
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