Awkward Conversation Of The Day

It’s one o’clock and my apartment complex’s handyman has finally arrived to take a look at the leak over my desk.

Handyman: Know what’s causing these storms?

Me: God’s tears.  Or a low pressure system.

Handyman: No - immigrants!  When they come across the border, they bring all this bad weather with them.

Me: I’m an immigrant.

Handyman: From where?

I point to my sweatshirt, which has CANADA written across the front in giant letters. There’s a pause. He turns back to the window.

Handyman: Leak’s fixed.