Only my oldest and dearest friends are aware of what they describe as my “blue collar fantasies” — my desire to drive a zamboni, preferably at the Forum (which doesn’t exist anymore, so that point is somewhat moot) and to pump gas, but only at a gas station where the attendants wear those cool cover-alls, for a living. Anyway, my friend Andrea was at the party Saturday night (a wonderful surprise) and in her evening bag she had this article cut out and ready to hand to me for our mutual amusement. For full effect read it out loud with a heavy French Canadian “haccent”.

Now you would think that this would be an isolated incedent. It’s not. I did a quick “google” on the subject this morning and found this, this, and this. Who knew??

Oh, and I have actually ridden on a zamboni at the historic Montreal Forum, but I wasn’t allowed to drive it. Apparently you need a special license for that.

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