"So I greet him, you know...He asks me how I am, oh I'm fine... then I ask him how he is. He says: "Well, I'm pretty well pissed off right now...".
Grouchy asks: "And may I ask why...?"
Caller: "Because I can't find where to buy your fucking fishing licenses, 'cause Canadian Tire doesn't sell them anymore...".
Grouchy: "Canadian Tire has never sold fishing licenses for Fisheries and Oceans Canada, sir...".
Caller: "YES... they HAVE!!!"
Grouchy: "NO... they HAVEN'T…!!!" (I can tell he's from Toronto). So I situate him and ask where he's calling us from. Tah dah!!! Yep, Toronto.
Grouchy then informs our 'brainwave' that unless he's going to fish coastal or tidal waters, he's going to have to talk to his province about getting a fishing license.
Grouchy then provides him with the appropriate contacts for Service Ontario, the provincial enquiry and referral service and then sends him on his way.
This guy was so-oooo friggin' Torontarded!!! LOL!!!