In the spring of 1992 I had a girlfriend. Some friends and I took her out to see Vancouver Theatresports League. So the bunch of us piled into a small theatre underneath the McDonald’s on Thurlow St. downtown and settled in for a good time.
During the show they did a police interview bit with a good cop/bad cop scenario. One of the group is sent out of the room and the audience is polled for a person, a crime, and a city in which everything went on.
(I don’t remember the person or the crime. They aren’t important for this little story.)
When we got to naming the city, practically everyone yelled out, “Spuzzum!” (Spuzzum is a small town in the BC interior with a 1991 population of 37.) One person, who obviously isn’t from around here, shouted, “Bezanson!” (Bezanson is in Alberta, and has a population of of 85.)
I said, quite loudly, “Kapuskasing.”
After I managed to convince the troop that this is in fact a real place, they went with it. They brought the poor schmuck back in, sat him down, and started asking him questions, trying to get the three answers. He got the person and the crime pretty quickly.
Then he got to the city. They tried for a while to get him to just come up with the whole word. After what must have been ten minutes, they switched and tried to break it down for him.
They spent a couple of minutes getting him to say cap.
Then a little while on piss.
Then, case.
Finally, sing.
In the end, he managed a very halting, “Cap. Piss. Case. Sing.” The audience roared with laughter that had building up this whole time.
Just as the lights went out, we heard, “What did I just say?”
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And I thought I could pick some nits!
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