typically Montreal
You pronounce it "Muntreal", not "Mahntreal".
You have ever said anything like "I have to stop at the guichet before we
get to the dep."
You have no concern about jaywalking
You understand and frequently use terms like 'unilingual,' 'anglophone,'
'francophone,' and 'allophone.'
You agree that Montreal drivers are crazy, but you're secretly proud of
their nerves of steel.
The most exciting thing about the South Shore is that you can turn right on
a red.
You know that the West Island is not a separate geographical formation.
In moments of paranoia, you think that there's no red line on the Metro
because red is a federalist colour.
You have to bring smoked meat from Schwartz's and bagels from St-Viateur if
you're visiting anyone west of Cornwall.
You refer to Tremblant as "up North."
You know how to pronounce Pie IX.
You still call 'levesque street' dorchester
You believe to the depth of your very being that Toronto has no soul - but
your high school reunion is held in Toronto because most of your classmates
live there now.
You greet everyone, from lifelong bosom friends to some one you met once a
few years ago, with a two-cheek kiss.
You know at least one person who works for the CBC, and at least one other
person who used to work for Nortel.
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You've been hearing Celine Dion jokes longer than anyone else.
You can watch soft-core porn on broadcast TV, and this has been true for at
least 25 years.
You cringe when Bob Cole pronounces French hockey player names.
You get Bowser & Blue.
You were drinking cafe-au-lait before it was latte.
You order fries 'with sauce', not 'with gravy'.
Shopper's Drug Mart is Pharmaprix and Staples is Bureau en Gros, and PFK is
finger lickin' good.
You really believe Just For Laughs is an international festival.
For two weeks a year, you are a jazz afficianado.
You need to be reminded by prominent signage that you should wait for the
green light.
Everyone on the street - drivers, pedestrians, and cyclists - think they're
immortal, and that you'll move first.
You're proud that Montreal is the home of Pierre Trudeau, Mordechai Richler,
William Shatner, Leonard Cohen and the Great Antonio...and, you
considerDonald Sutherland (and by default, Keifer), Guy Lafleur,
Charlie Biddle, and Roch Carrier Montrealers, too.
You know that Rocket Richard had nothing to do with astrophysics.
You know the apocryphal story of the fat lady at Eaton's.
You miss apostrophes.
You've seen Brother Andre's heart.
No matter how bilingual you are, you still don't understand "ile aux
tourtes."
You know the difference between the SQ, the SAQ, and the SAAQ.
You measure temperature and distance in metric, but weight and height in
Imperial measure.
You show up at a party at 11 p.m. and no one else is there yet.
April Wine once played your high school (alternatively, Sass Jordon or
Gowan).
You know that Montreal is responsible for introducing the following to North
America: bagels, souvlaki, smoked meat and Supertramp. Also, Chris de Burgh
and the Police.
You don't drink pop or soda, you drink soft drinks.
You have graduated from high school and have a degree, but you've never been
in grade 12.
The margarine in your fridge is the same colour as lard.
Every once in a while, you wonder whatever happened to Luba.
You never thought that Corey Hart was cool, but you know someone whose
cousin or something dated him.
There has to be at least 30 cm of snow on the ground in less than 24 hours
for you to consider it too snowy to drive.
You remember where you were during the Ice Storm.
You used to be an Expos fan, but now all you really miss is Youppi.
You're a Habs fan; always was, always will be...
You know that your city's reputation for beautiful women is based on
centuries-old couplings between French soldiers and royally-commissioned
whores (aka Les Filles du Roi).
You don't understand anyone from Lac-St-Jean, but you can fake the accent.
You've been to the Tam Tams, and know they have nothing to do with wee
Scottish hats.
You discuss potholes like most people discuss weather.
You encounter bilingual homeless people.
While watching an American made-for-TV movie, you realize that "Vienna" is
actually Old Montreal, that "New York" is actually downtown and that the
"The Futuristic City" is actually Habitat '67.
You find it amusing when people from outside Quebec compliment you on how
good your English is.
You have yet to understand a single announcement made on the Metro PA
system, no matter what the language.
You take the metro, not the subway
You think of Old Montreal as nothing but a bunch of over-priced restaurants,
old buildings and badly paved streets.
You understand that La Fete Nationale is not a celebration of "Quebec's
birthday".
You don't find American comedians speaking "gibberish" French even remotely
funny.
You don't find it weird that there's a strip club on every corner downtown.
You like your pizza all-dressed