I will add to this list of Tim Hortons references as I come across them in the books that I read this year. I've been collecting them since 2017 and you can find older posts via this link: Tim Hortons references from prior years
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"Car trouble?" A guy got out of the driver's side of the truck. He was wearing green camo, just like a good ole boy, but he didn't sound American. He walked right towards us, and the funny thing was, the black ice didn't stop him. He walked on over it, just like Jesus on water.
"What's that, electric, is it?" he asked. "Those are no good in the snow, eh? She's a beauty though. I was just doing a Timmies run for a double double and thought I'd pop into the store for a two-four and a pack of darts when I saw yas. There's a Canadian Tire a few klicks back."
He stopped to check on Brody. "Jesus murphy, what a gong show. Buddy must be loaded, is he?"
Our translator was flipping through his books like crazy, but he couldn't tell us if this man was friend or foe.
from: 'A Letter Home,' in Sorry, Not Sorry: An Unapologetic Look at What Makes Canada Worth Fighting For by Mark Critch
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It was unreal. Unimaginable. Not possible. No more than seeing Dracula or the Loch Ness Monster at a bodega. There were no such things as -- could he think the word, let alone say it to himself -- the W word? They were creatures of legend, metaphors to keep his ancestors in line, fanciful stories created for cold winter nights. They most certainly were not walking the streets of Toronto, hanging out behind a Tim Hortons or an Indigo.
As the resume instructor droned on to the drones in the room about the potential power of proper spacing and tabbing, her mind wandered. To her left, on a fold-out table, she could see the coffee vat, half full of weak, industrial coffee. Perhaps that's what she missed most of all since this had happened to her: good, strong coffee. Stuff that could fuel an airplane. This concoction they pumped into you in these social assistance environments could barely be called coffee. But there beside the full coffee, glowing in the fluorescent light, sat Timbits and crullers, glistening in divine caloric abandon. In addition to existing on the edge of nicotine withdrawal, she was hungry.
"I'll be right back." Quickly he ran outside to the homeless man and dropped ten dollars into his worn Tim Hortons cup.
(transcribed from the audio): Cold by Drew Hayden Taylor
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