Never. I feel like Canada is the apartment above the party. Like "Come on down, Canada and party." "Waaah, we weren't invited." "Mexico wasn't either, but they're partying!"
Their hands probably smelled of horses, too. lol 😀 Well, my dad drove up to Canada once and stayed at a hotel where they spoke nothing but French at him. XD Poor guy...those naughty Canadians were gonna force him to play hockey and curling for the rest of his days. D: