Not me but my father’s story of deciding he wanted to move to Montreal (from the states). My mom and dad visited Montreal during winter in the early 70s and stopped at the western Mount Royal overlook (viewing area where you can see the city from the mountain). It was a frigid evening and he saw two strangers, both walking dogs, approach each other on the footpath. As they were about to pass each other one dog walker looked up and said to the other “brrrr, eh?” to which the other nodded his agreement. Then they apologized for getting in each other’s way and walked off in opposite directions into the night. My father always told this story when explaining how he ended up in Canada.