You Know You're in PG When...
You know you're in Prince George When..
1) The lady down the street has such a good mullet you think its a Halloween wig.
2) The lady at the airport beside you is wearing a Harley Davidson t-shirt with the matching belt buckle. all 3 sizes too small.
3) There are officially 50 000 trucks in a city (town) of 80 000.
4) People insist this is a city, not a town. And a big city at that.
5) Mergins means stop.
6) The doctor puts cocaine in your eye.
7) Its 13 degrees in July.
8) Its 32 degrees in July. Everyone complains and melts.
9) You packed a hoody. and wore it.
10) Its hard to find eggplant cause its 'exotic'
11) There are a zillion generic "asian" restaurants. Very few actually claim a country instead of the continent as a whole.
12) There is a sign at the University saying "moose in area. beware."
13) The Folk music festival features many latin acts.
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4) Budwiser is the king of beers.15) People actually look you in the eye when you walk by.
16) People often smile at strangers. Maybe even say Hello.
17) Even after losing many trees, there are still forests.
18) You don't have to drive to be in Nature.
19) The contents of recycle bins are actually recycled.
20) There's Canterbury Beer.
Well, that's the top 20. PG is a place of overly conservative values, resource based economies and overall hickism abound. I often wonder how I came from this little town.
There are subtle, underlying senses of self, of what I need to feel complete associated with growing up here. Nothing overt, nothing screaming PG! (Thankfully I do not own any harley clothing or merchandise) It is, I suppose, like other rural towns, where people have a sense of community, not self. Where people see people, not a person. Where a cocoon isn't necessary, but a forest is. Maybe this makes me naive, but hopefully it guards me again becoming another urban automoton. If I ever become that, hit me on the head with some PG, pine beatle-infested lumber.

