Now I'm in Vancouver

Now I'm in Vancouver. Just had lunch. While walking on the (wet!) streets of downtown Vancouver a guy resembling the Unabomber walked by and said, "Bud." (not just to me, to everyone). He wasn't calling me bud(dy) or anything. This was a solicitation to take him up on buying some marijuana from him. C'mon! I'm in a bloody suit! Well, the last time that happened I was in high school on a Law 12 fieldtrip (and, yes, I did look like a hot prospect to him in my jeans and T-shirt).

So, just like getting elbowed in the ribs by a little old lady in Seoul tells you you're a Seoulite, so does indicate that you've been in Vancouver long enough to be a local. Joy.