So I've comes to terms with the tipping. I've come to terms with the lack of ticket machines. I've even come to terms with the non-inclusive sales tax. However, today I saw something that I don't think I've ever come to terms with. Today, on a billboard, I saw...."Où est Charlie"!!
Now for those of you who don't know, Where's Wally is my biological father. I may have been raised by Mr and Mrs Wyeth, but I was conceived in a brief but passionate affair between Where's Wally and Gumby. For many years now I've been trying to find my real father, always just obtaining a glimpse of him, but never able to actually locate him. I was aware that he referred to himself as "Where's Waldo" in North America, this didn't hamper my search for him a great deal, Waldo is a fairly obvious form of the name Wally. But now I find that in Québec he works under the pseudonym "Charlie"! It's really thrown me. I fear my quest to finally track down my biological father will continue to be fruitless.
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