Yeah, I remember the good old days when Petro Canada was run by the government and was twice as awful as it is today. Boy, I wish we had that back.
The CanaDoper Café (2012 edition of The great, ongoing Canadian current events and politics thread.)
At least if I buy gas at a Shell station now, the money goes to Shell instead of Petro Canada. You know the old saying - “I’d rather push my car five miles than fill up at a Petro Canada station.” 
I was terribly sorry to read that Peter Lougheed had died.
Right, because supportingShell is just what you want to do…
Petro-Can doesn’t hire mercenaries and gun down employees as far as I know…
I am perfectly aware that it’s not the same division, but the company gets tarred with the same brush regardless.
Okay, maybe Shell is a bad example - how about a Husky station?
It makes no difference, anyway. It’s a fungible resource.
I’ve never heard that old saying - must be an Alberta thing! 
It’s about $1.31/L in Ottawa. But all university students get a free bus pass that we’re forced to buy with our tuition (ha! Gov’t town double speak…), so I leave the car at home during the semester.
I love WestJet!
Overheard in Calgary Airport:
“WestJet is paging passenger So-and-So.”
“Passenger So-and-So, if you would like to go to Winnipeg tonight, we would suggest you get to Gate Such-and-Such as soon as possible.”
Luckily, no one ever wants to go to Winnipeg!
One of my cousins moved to Winnipeg. After she arrived, she cried.
Yup - Petro-Canada’s head office downtown was also known as Red Square.
I never thought I’d be defending Winnipeg, but having passed through there last month, it ain’t all that bad. The Forks area down on the river is quite nice, and the rest of it didn’t look too bad either. Mind you, this was August!
She had been raised on Baffin Island, and more recently had lived on a boathouse on the Mackenzie and at the met station on Sable Island. When her hubby was transferred to northern Ellesmere, half his shift was in Winnipeg, so they bougt a house on Deer Run Drive. She says that when they arrived, there were no deer – just a lot of houses.
Sometimes there’s truth in street names. I’m on Little Norway Road in TBay. At one end of the road is a small fellow from Norway (and a rock from Norway, while at the other end of the road there are ski jumps).
All those remote isolated places. Cariboo, muskox, and wild horses, but she’s never seen a deer. Must have been disappointing.
Her (our) family has had a hunt camp in New Brunswick on the border with Maine for close to a century, so she’s seen lots of deer. Deer Run Road was not as advertised. Funny you should mention musk ox. Here’s a pic from the front door on Ellesmere that her hubby sent me: http://imageshack.us/a/img163/1095/goawaythisspotistaken.jpg
Holy crap, that’s a musk ox!
And those are not sled dogs in the background.
Schrödinger’s TimBit
Took the Piper Cub to a swimming lesson today. He had a good time and was really well-behaved, so as a treat I took him to a Timmy’s drive-through. All the way over, he was debating what to get - two chocolate TimBits, his fave (Mrs Piper has commented that he likes chocolate more than most girls), or the recently discovered Roughriders Doughnut (i.e. a vanilla doughnut with white and green sprinkles). He kept changing his mind, TimBits one moment, Riders doughnut the next.
Finally, we got to the order intercom and I said “What’s it to be, Cub?”
No reply; turned back and he’s fast asleep, exhausted from the swimming.
So I went ahead and bought something for when he wakes up. What will he find when he looks in the Timmies bag, O Dopers?