Even the promo guy is now saying "That's what she said."

In the conference room, Michael is regaling the assembled troops with half-understood facts about different cultures, like how Italians consider it polite to wash your hands after you go to the bathroom. The reason for this is that he's all excited about being sent to Canada on a business trip, having always been intrigued by things international: "The women, the pancakes, the man of mystery," he THs. Michael then asks Meredith to pretend she's from Abu Dhabi, so he can cover her face with his suit jacket. "You are now sexy in your culture," he pronounces. Poor Meredith.

Jim's in a good mood this morning. "T-minus...?" Kevin asks him at the copy machine. "Six point five days," Jim grins, and Kevin pats him on the butt, sending that grin flying. Later, at Jim's desk, Creed goes even further. I don't want to talk about it. Jim THs about how excited everyone is for him about Pam's scheduled return in a week. "And involved. And intrusive. And weird." That includes Phyllis and even Stanley.

Michael's in his office on his speakerphone to David Wallace, talking about Michael's upcoming trip. David THs that he thought this would be good for Michael since Holly's transfer, and it does seem to have improved his mood. "Aaand it's pretty tough to find someone who wants to go to Winnipeg in mid-November," Wallace adds. Michael is also excited about flying business class, which he's got this whole idea of. "Well, I'm just glad you're happy, because I felt bad," Wallace says. "That is all in the past," Michael breezes. Wallace even suggests that Michael check with the hotel concierge about local nightlife. "They have one of those?" Michael asks, awed. This is the first clue that maybe that word does not mean what he thinks it means.

Michael rolls his three suitcases out into the bullpen (including the two empties for souvenirs). Dwight lectures Michael about his money belt until he gets brushed off and washes his hands of the whole enterprise. We learn that Andy's going along as Michael's translator, for which he's donned a dopey beret and is using an even dopier accent to say French words that everybody knows anyway. Angela tells him to be good. She's serious, too. "I will try to get other dudes laid," he assures her. "That could have been you , if you hadn't forgotten French," Michael tells Jim. Oscar's also going along for accounting or whatever, and he's less excited about it than Jim would have been. "Our Town Car awaits!" Michael says, willfully ignoring Meredith as she corrects him that it's just a van. Well, she would know.