Around ~2008 I was in a Barcelona hostel and met a guy there. He started speaking and I interrupted him excitedly…“Oh you’re American!!”.
He looked down…the weight of pain curdled the air around us. You could sense deep sorrow welling beneath the surface of this man. He paused for what felt like an eternity to compose himself,
He looked up with a piercing, but harrowing, stare and said “No, I’m Canadian…”
I’ll never forget that moment. That sheer depth of emotion is something I haven’t experienced before or since.
Did I silently murder this poor Canadian soul? How do Canadians cope with the mistaken identity?
One of my friends is a newfie, best kind. He sounds almost exactly like this dude in the video but picked up some Northen slang. I don’t know to much about Peterson. Probably he’s from Ontario though. All of Ontario has radically different accents, I’m from the northern hell part and talk like the stereo type from the video… But Southren can be anything from Woodbine Posh to Toronto teeth kiss special ( https://youtube.com/shorts/Lt4PYWqBo48?feature=shared )