A revelation has come to me as I get further and further west. I turn to my companion to share this observation.
“I realize that the further west I go, the more I say, eh”. I say with a chuckle.
“What did you say before? Ha?” Asks my companion seriously.
“No!” I say with conviction. “I ended my sentences with periods.”
There was a pause and then a laugh. That came out way bitchier than intended. I guess I still have a little Toronto in me, eh?