Let’s compare a Chicago bus stop to one in London, Ontario

Where would you feel most at home while waiting for a bus?

If you see an alien you might feel inclined to drop a dime in Chicago.


There’s a number to call, but what would you say?

“Hi. My name is Gord and someone just sat down beside me who is from way out of town. From Green Bay? No, no. Think even farther away than that.”

Back in London, we don’t have to report aliens. Would it even enter our minds?

Something else might enter our mind in London, while studying some of the finer points of American underwear and waiting for the Westmount bus on Queen St.


So, where would you feel most at home? Would you rather be checking out aliens on Michigan Ave. or fab undies on Queens?

What!? It’s a fair question.

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