Me! ME!! I know where Toronto is!!
oh, that wasn't the question?
Actually, there was this lovely Canadian gentleman who came to visit the lovely grocery store at which I was employed part time a few years back. As I was ringing him up, I casually asked "oh, where are you from?" Tourists are quite obvious in that particular (local, rough-ish) grocery store. Heck, they've obvious most places. And they usually love to share where they are from, and it gives me something interesting to talk about whilst ringing them up.
He replies "TO-RON-TO, that's in CA-NA-DA" (imagine those hyphenated words said-- literally-- the exact way you'd tell a child. A brain-damaged child).
I looked at him (this was not one of my finer customer service moments) and said quite clearly "I'm not STUUUU-PID, I know where TO-RON-TO is." and finished ringing him up. He didn't say another word.
So, anyway, as I was saying I know where it is! I know where it is!!