There are a few things I’ve gotten used to since moving to Vancouver. I’ve even come to appreciate some of their words for things. It’s what makes this a worthwhile experience. Something new, something quirky, something different relative to the States. And lately, I’ve noticed a few things.
Ending Sentence with “Eh?”
I, on occasion, end sentences with “eh?” And you know what? I’m not even aware of it until the word has crossed my lips and entered the air, vibrating particles into the ears of those around me. It just happened. So I thought the first time. My brain was like “Hey! Time out. What just happened?” Fourth, fifth time, it hardly registered. I noticed it last night while hanging at the camp ground, almost in passing. No one said anything. My brain flickered for a moment but kept its attention on the conversation. And it was a very entertaining conversation. It was a very entertaining, fun, afternoon/evening. Hanging on the beach, hanging at the campsite, hanging around the campfire. Talking about anything and nothing at the same time. Another good time.
Check v. Cheque
There was a discussion thread about ordering new checks for a business. I glanced at it, a little confused. My first thought: “don’t they mean cheque, and not check?” The kind you write for payment, not the mark you make to cross something off a list. My brain literally paused and asked itself, and told my fingers to compose a response and clarify. I stopped myself from doing so, but the fact that my brain paused and registered “cheque” is surprising.
Saying “Thank You” While Getting Off the Bus
I mentally say thank you, and give props to Translink drivers on Twitter. I’m always amazed at their ability to stop at red lights, even if passengers are unprepared for a sudden stop. Other passengers reach out and help, though. Found that out Saturday while standing on the step between the back riser and the rest of the bus. Guy grabbed my wrist and reached for my opposite shoulder to steady me and keep me from falling. I audibly thanked him, of course. And that made me think of a couple of occasions where I audibly thanked the bus driver, too.
Slowly but surely, it seems, Canadianisms are seeping in. Except when it comes to politics. There, the States wins, hands down. Canadians pay little attention to their politics because American politics is so much more interesting and entertaining. It’s rather interesting to talk American politics with Canadians. They have a different point of view than Americans. Perhaps another post…