Back on Family Day, before heading back to Toronto, I pulled into the Tim Hortons out on Highway 28 for an extra-large, cream only.
Please, don’t tell Saidie at the Eagle’s Nest. Mike McCaskie and I have a pact.
Anyhow, I get to the wicket, and there is young woman, maybe a high-school student, with a smile as big as barn door. “It’s roll up the rim day,” she beamed. And she was beaming.
This is now much Tim Hortons has moved itself into the Canadian psyche. To this young Tim Hortons employee, the first day of the “roll of up the rim” campaign meant that spring just around the corner.
This is what she told me.
And she was excited about it.
Me? The first sign of spring was always the sighting of the first robin, or the catchers and pitchers heading to Florida to begin spring training for major league baseball or, if you want to stretch it, Groundhog Dog if he doesn’t see his shadow.
But it has never been the first day of Tim Hortons roll up the rim campaign.
Perhaps it was a good omen, but the very first coffee I bought on the very first day of roll up the rim won me a free coffee.
But no guarantee of an early spring.