Once upon a time I dated a valley girl.
Like a real valley girl. Like totally. To the max. She was like totally from the central valley in California.
On one of our first dates we went out for burgers.
Having been a vegetarian for five years, this posed a problem.
But as a Canadian in ‘Merica, I didn’t want to look like a wuss so I ordered one with bacon and cheese. Though my guts were not stiff, I was for three hours after. Apparently they feed ‘Merican cattle viagra along with the growth hormones.
When we went out and I forgot cash, she’d laugh and flip her hair and say That’s ok, I’ll charge it.
Charge it. I’ve never heard a Canadian say Charge it with so casually, so freely all silky hair flipped and smiling. It was as though she were invading some sovereign third world nation, she was so causal, so confident and non chalant - charge it!
Like Oh my god! Charge it!
Her high rising up talk was so pronounced she almost launched into space at the end of each phrase - like totally - to the ma…
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