You drive a few hours north and not much feels different but then you turn a corner and see a sign with words you’ve never seen before that makes zero sense and it hits you: oh RIGHT I’m in Canada, a completely different country.
Northward
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A Whole Lotta Nothing 
For what it’s worth, I have lived in Canada all my life, and I have zero idea of what the role of a Muster Point is. Perhaps it’s the place we all are supposed to go in the event of a disaster?
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Yep it’s where you’re supposed to all meet up if everyone needs to leave a building
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