Our friend told us this story over dinner the other night: "Where I live in Nova Scotia it's all small towns and everyone knows each other. One day I was looking out my window and heard shouting. There were two families in the street, arguing. The voices started getting louder and louder. Finally one of the men went inside his house and came out carrying a mop. And brandishing this mop and yelling, he took off down the street, one family chasing the other one."
Her boyfriend put down his wineglass. "That's so Canadian," he said, a little smile playing around his mouth.
"What happened after that?" I asked.