Our growing town which lies 20 minutes beyond the western fringes of Ottawa is a pretty white community. And most of us speak in what we affirm to be proper and unaccented Canadian English. We are pretty sure about our English being the best.
Recently, Sue and I drove into the city to purchase a new computer.
It's only about a 20 minute drive to the western part of Ottawa. After driving through undeveloped land, we are suddenly in the city, and it looks very different.
We pull into a big suburban mall and enter a big, electronics box store. At the door, we are greeted by a very nice, young man who has a very heavy accent. He appears to be from India or at least the Indian subcontinent.
I am looking for a new computer, and he accompanies us to the appropriate section of the huge store. There, a sales person takes over. He is black but speaks with a typical Canadian accent and guides me through the confusing purchase.
After solidifying the order, he takes us to tech support to resolve how they will help us set up the new beast. The lady wears a head covering. She speaks very softly with an accent.
Sue strains to hear and understand her and then relays the messages to hearing-impaired me. I respond, and we manage to communicate in this three-way dialog.
We leave the store and stop at a restaurant where we are served by a black lady.
It is a bit like a different country, not much more than 20 minutes away from our town. Of course, it.is really another part of our multicultural nation. It is still good, ole Canada, and we all get along.
It’s a good place, this Canada.