But I do appreciate the girlfeet gesture:)
No, Sussex was where I ran into my first Canadian pedestrian gangsta malcontents wanting to fight me due to nothing but my license plate while sitting at a red light. I was in a bad mood and ready to go to one of those infamous prisons where they feed you only flapjacks and fat bacon, just for the sake of my dignity. I bit my lip and controlled myself for the sake of the mostly good Canadian people.
My attitude was a far cry from the time I casually flipped the bird to two trash talking Native Americans who had just exited a bar in Flagstaff two blocks behind me. When my instincts advised me I might want to take a second look behind me, they were less than a block away and running full speed. I was suddenly vaulting backyard fences in a completely unknown neighborhood and even got chased by a dog. This was in the middle of the afternoon.
Sussex just made me mad, but as they say, it was the worst case Ontario. My least favorite province for sure, though there must be some good parts.