You don’t need the P$ app to understand that a you-can-park-here-on-Thursdays sign with a no parking (ever) sign next to it, means that you can park here on Thursdays.
You can get through all the “rue barrées”, “détours” and bright orange cones without ending up in Laval.
You can tell the difference between a pothole, a sinkhole, and just a regular hole from metres away, and somehow always manage smoothly to swivel around them.
Even if you don’t like hockey, If ANYONE mentions the Leafs or any other team…
As soon as it hits -10 degrees, you stop ordering St.Hubert and get your BBQ out.
You can cross any street or intersection, at anytime, without thinking twice about whether you’ll get run over.
A.K.A carrying couches, refrigerators, and stoves down a narrow spiral staircase, while drunk.
You hit the SAQ way before the party starts and don’t leave for the party until you’ve downed at least two bottles.
Whether it’s about taxes, construction, UBER, horse carriages, dogs, parking tickets, the OQLF, budget cuts or tuition fees, you’ll raise those signs and get your voice heard no matter what!
You know how to get to and put outfits together from Village des Valeurs, Friperie Renaissance, and The Salvation Army and still be amongst the best dressed people in Montreal.
“Bonjour! Comment ça va?” “Fine thanks, and you?” You know that there’s no need to switch to the other language.
You can ride a Bixi up the hill on the wrong side of a one-way street full of potholes and orange cones, while swearing in Franglais and eating poutine. 