All you have to do if you are trying to fill a space with words like this one is engage your fellow human beings now and again. It is surprising what some people will say.
Today I spotted a man sitting down with his wife, lunching on mall hot dogs. (Nothing wrong with hot dogs, millions of the slimy creations will be choked down during the Winter Olympics. You cannot eat raw seal heart and other Canadian delicacies with every meal.) It was not the hot dogs that interested me in the couple. What did interest me was the man's beautiful handknit Cowichan sweater. I complimented the gent on his fine Canadian style.
"Nice sweater buddy!"
He looked up at me proudly and managed to force these words out of his mouth even though it was fucking packed with half chewed hot dog. "Thanks. It's not one of those cheap slave labour knock-offs bloody VANOC is selling!"