I miss the old Tim Hortons. Where there was a counter that you could slide up to. Where the staff were friendly matronly-like ladies that knew what you wanted without having to make an order. Where the apple fritter was actually an apple fritter, made on the premises. Where the lineups weren't utterly insane.
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The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts. (Bertrand Russell). Sweet Loretta fart thought she was a cleaner, but she was a frying pan. (John Lennon)
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