Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colors high

I spent Christmas in Canada with my best friend and her family. We had Christmas crackers, and my prize was a little mini compass on a carabiner.

It’s been a long-standing joke in my family that I’ve got a built-in compass in my head. For some reason, though, Canada always seems to mess with my internal compass (Ontario especially), and I have issues figuring out which was is north. So for me to get the mini compass at Christmas gave Emily & I a bit of a giggle. Using the compass, I got my bearings, confirming with her that the compass was indeed pointing north.

Flash forward to today at work. I’ve been using the carabiner part of the compass to hold my hair elastics so I don’t lose them. I set it down on my desk, and noticed that the compass wasn’t pointing north any more. I moved it around several times, trying to see if it would correct itself, but it consistently tried to tell me that south was north.

That led to the following exchange in email:

Me: OH! the compass I got in my christmas cracker at your place? It’s….. confused. Very. I have it w/me at work. It’s saying that south is north. this makes me laugh. So see… when I say I get all confused and turned around in Canada…. there’s a reason! Your north is south! 😉 *giggles*

Emily:: Hahahaha it’s Canadian! That’s all!

Me: hahahah. It’s backwards! I have a compass that doesn’t point north! … Capt Jack was Canadian!!! 😉

Emily:: Hahah that makes a lot of sense 😉

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