I love 99.9% of Canadians

I am staying at the ultimate spring break hostel in Puerto Iguazu, Argentina. (And for the record, I went to Cancun, Mexico and believe that is where you go when you die and don't go to heaven). The Hostel-Inn hostel has a huge pool, a tiki bar, a volleyball court, a soccer field, many indoor games (ping pong, pool, foos ball, chess, probably dungeons and dragons, etc) and four computers offering free internet service. This free internet comes under the stipulation that you shall not exceed 20 minutes of world wide web action if people are waiting.

I normally don't mind if people extend their world wide webage to the 25-30 minute mark, but anything beyond that point is just plain rude.

Rudeness is something that clearly failed to register with 2 girls utilizing the 2 central terminals a few nights ago. These two girls had used well over 1.5 hours of the net* (*internet) while there was a healthy line of 6 people waiting behind them. I finally made it to the left flank computer and sat next to one of the squatters. After about 10 minutes, I casually leaned over and inquired if the girl (lets not call her Joy) has seen the posting that read "20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT IF PEOPLE ARE WAITING."

You would have thought that I slaughtered her first newborn with the scathing look she gave me. Canadians are typically friendly. She missed that boat.

I closed the junk mail window of my hotmail account (which pleasantly reminded me that men can easily sextuple the size of their male member in just days) and removed myself from the tension and visibly miserable Canuck, hoping to never cross paths with her again.

The next day, I went to see the falls. (Which, I shall write about at length later, because they are the definition of neato). As luck would have it, I boarded a boat to go to a small island and seated next to me was 'Not Joy', the Canadian princess of misery. Trying to put the past behind me, I offered a superficial conversation starter of "Hey there, how did you get to the falls today?" (And yes, I know I need to take a class to learn to ask more profound questions).

'Anti-Joy' abruptly answered in irritated breath with "I was in the same van as you. I sat right behind you." I spent the rest of the boat ride staring straight ahead hoping a crocidile would snatch her from the boat.