I always tell my boyfriend to bring a camera when we drive through Surrey because we see the craziest shit (my favorite was the van someone had that advertised there home renovation business that just had the name and number sloppily spraypainted on it).

Also, needs a Slurrey tag.

I spent the first 12 years of my life living in the poorest area of Surrey. :D

So like us(a).

I worked at a Surrey gas station and had a daily parade of morons to keep me entertained.

Guy comes in and asks for a pack of smokes. Says "My old lady stabbed me in the back, man". Hands me a bloody five dollar bill. Pulls up his shirt, says "Look!" and he has a stab wound leaking blood down his back. In Surrey, "stabbed me in the back" is not a figure of speech.

Delta gas stations were even worse, though.