Confessions of a woman from British Columbia.

The other week I met a woman from British Columbia who was in town for a trade show, and like often happens, she just confessed stuff to me.

Like, four members of her family have been hit by lightning, since they like to stand out on the prairies and watch lightning storms come in.

And, back in 1910 in Ontario, her great-grandfather raped his daughter with Down's Syndrome and got her pregnant, so his two other daughters arranged a hunting "accident" and killed him, and a year later their brother committed suicide, that family unit was so fucked up.

And, her grandmother always told her that "there's nothing uglier than a pretty woman who's a mess in the evening," so with every beer she'd order a glass of water and hold it up and say, "Safety first!".