Aside from the brunette at Dairy Queen that seemed to be generally annoyed with Tubby's ability to order, pay, and pick up our purchase promptly, I found Medicine Hat to be a generally pleasant place. And since the girl wasn't wearing a name tag, I can't mock her directly, so I'll just let it go, and say the town was splendid.

Not a bad sign, all fraught with brick and mentions of gas. An entire city of gas. Golly.	The homes were sort of homey, and we'd have missed them not for Tubby's wrong turn.	In retrospect, if I'd known this was the only souvenir place I'd see in all of Canada, I'd have stopped.
The Bank of Canada, made out of the brick, presumably, of Canada. If not, pretend.	More possibly-Canadian bricks, arranged in a neat pile to form a pretty building.	I don't get it, but there's something about waterslides and motels and hotels 'round these parts.