That's so weird, I have a tonne of friends who have had to travel to and from the States in the past few years (Americans going to school here, mostly), and every one of them says the Canadian border patrol just waves them through without a second glance while the American ones always have a hundred angry questions.
This was at least 12 years ago. Going back to America was basically just a wave and welcome back. In their defense, we were a group of 19 year olds who had no plans and no idea where we would be staying. Basically we went to drink legally and they knew it. Probably just wanted to give us hell. They even emptied my vehicle and went through everything. We stayed at a campground and didn't even bring a tent, which is why my friend passed out on the picnic table.
Normally I'm too cheap, but I got a big bottle of it in grade 8 when I went to a cabin de sucre in Montreal, and I friggin' guarded it from the rest of my family, using only a drop every so often for very special occassions. Like a very fine liquer.
The following internet-famous people are also Canadian: Star Wars Kid (Trois Rivieres, Quebec) Zombie Boy (Montreal, Quebec) Robert Wilkinson (Edson, Alberta) Shit Girls Say (Toronto, Ontario) Epic Meal Time (Montreal, Quebec)
So I'm watching the IIHF U-18 Quarterfinal game between the USA and Canada. Naturally this means I'm wearing my Team Canada hockey jersey. I haven't eaten anything yet, so I decide it is sandwich time.
Enter the most difficult to open pickle jar in the history of mankind. It's an epic struggle of man vs pickle jar, with the pickle jar winning at first. Eventually, I pop the damn thing open, only by digging down deep and utilising every bit of my strength. It BURSTS open, spraying pickle brine all over the kitchenm and on my wonderful Team Canada Jersey.
So now my jersey is out on the balcony drying off after a heavy duty scrub in the sink. If Canada loses this game, it's all my fault.