In Canada eyes and teeth are not considered “health” and thus is also not covered by universal healthcare.
It was up to the provinces and employers to implement whatever coverage they wanted for those. In my place, dental care is free if you are under 18, or if you live from government assistance. The only way to get healthcare for your teeth as an adult, is to have a dental plan at work. So a young adult working minimum wage in a convenience store doesn’t have dental insurance.
From personal experience, I didn’t have dental insurance between 18 and 30 because I had low wage jobs.
However this is going to change a bit soon, because the social-democrats just pushed a vote to expand dental insurance to everyone that needs it. It’s not universal yet but now people with low wage jobs will be covered.
I’m not American though. And English is not my native language.
But it just felt too close to continue calling them m’man and p’pa while I became an adult. I was a “rebel teenager” and didn’t want to spend time with my family. Much less call them “mom and dad”. And they stopped using the diminutive of my name years ago anyway. So I just did the reverse.
Bike touring on rail trails and quiet roads coupled with camping and visiting nature reserves and national parks.
I loved computers when I was a teenager and it became my work. I’m now working in IT.
I was fine with that for a while but because it’s now my work, I needed to find something else to escape, and be more active.
So I eventually started cycling “for fun” but now I have panniers, camping equipment, and lots of plans to go cycling and camping deep in nature.
By the way if you have rail trails and/or safe itineraries to suggest, that are somewhat long (over 80/100 km if possible), don’t hesitate to let me know.
My favourite here is 'Le p’tit train du Nord" which runs for 200 km, and I highly recommend it.
The multilingual emergency messages with the high pitched beeps on cruise ships.
I’ve never been on a cruise but I’ve seen a few videos and documentaries and always find this terrifying. You have nowhere to run to but a muster station. Like, you may drown while hearing a foreign language that you can’t understand but is somehow telling you to GFTO.
It’s a specific 56K protocol. There were a few different types of 56K modems and they did the last part of the handshake differently. One did the “boing boing” and another common one had more of an ascending tone at the end of the handshake.