I didn't think you lot ever left Dyson Perrins.

People erring on the side of politeness at all times, even - frustratingly - when you know they're seriously annoyed with something or someone.

Cops outside or inside Tim Hortons.

Using the word 'Right' at the end of every sentence in a rhetorical questioning fashion.

Social capitol in the community, that is people being willing to do things for each other however 'put out' it might seem to do to them (I'm always amazed by this).

When I was a wee kid, living in rural Ontario, we always left the doors to our home unlocked when we left, just in case a passerby needed to use the toilet or get a glass of water.

Well one had to educate oneself somehow, despite the opposition.

In our school the kids have indoor shoes and outdoor shoes. I don't know if they do this in every school in Canada but be prepared to purchase an extra pair of shoes each September.

Taking in a passer-by for the night after he got his car stuck in the snow outside the door.

Eating fish newly caught from a lake, maybe a mile long, on which ours was the only cabin.

Having someone bang on the door of the cabin, truly in the back of beyond, and offer to sell us some weed.

Sailing between whales no more than a boat length off each rail.

Standing for 45 minutes with a hair dryer pointed at the tap, trying melt it enough to get a bucket of water for the horses.

I can probably agree with parts of everyones answer, but some that stand out for me in Sask are

tight jeans, mullets and moustaches.
t shirts with free moustache rides on it
everyones door open
everyone you meet more than once becoming your friend
kindess of our neighbours
a alcoholic living in every other house
a pot smoker in every other house
Mounties
cheesy old rock music wherever you go
deer outside the house just like now- until the dogs frighten him away.

driving along a prairie highway and seeing an old barn just about still standing, albeit at a 45 degree angle.

Hutterites.

Coyotes howling at night time.

Pump jacks in the fields.

Like Lorna, deer in the garden.

Buying guns and ammo in Canadian tire.

Cutting the lawn with a John Deere ride on mower (for me thats Canadian!)

Big honking great trucks

Rodeos and the cowboys.

Pro Bass - that is Canada in a (big) box.

I'm loving all these replies ... one that stands out for me is patients turning up for a doctor's appointment in downtown Calgary wearing full "rancher's" regalia ... complete with stetson, cowboy boots, belt with huge buckle and attached knife, and one of those little shoelace thingies instead of a tie ... I've seen them downtown even wearing spurs ... and it wasn't even Stampede where you expect that kind of thing!

Which only goes to show that Canada is a big place and that I'm glad not to live in the vast majority of it.

It's not compulsory to dress like that you coot ... it's the few that do that make me laugh

Oh and policemen in cowboy hats too

I think this is all a big ruse and that Novo is actually writing this wearing his ten gallon hat.

40.54 litres hat with a mudflap girl belt buckle.

Cops eating doughnuts- before I came to Canada I just thought it was an unfair stereotype of lazy cops who should be fighting crime!

Table service in bars from beautiful young girls. Probably more a North American thing but go and do a bar crawl in Reading and see some of the heffers with bad teeth who serve you.

Condo living. I never thought I would share a living space with so many people who are unable to read a "Please shower before you enter the swimming pool" sign. I haven't figured out if people here are illiterate, unhygenic or both.

People who actually sit there all day at work and really do nothing. I am yet to meet a sales professional in Canada who I am convinced could pass a probation period in London. Probably the most laid back sales environments in the world which will explain why salaries are nearly half of London, New York and San Francisco.

Lastly constantly having to put screenwash in the car during winter and having to wrap up extensively due to waiting for ever for streetcars.......