I asked how come you don't have an accent? (I did apologize about our educational system--we weren't taught anything about Canadians?)

Well, he started to get mad about the accents. He said most of us don't have accents. I won't say what he said next, but from the few words I can repeat; he was burned in his formative years by a French woman, and didn't like Quebec accents? I asked, "I just thought the French accent would sound beautiful?" He said there's nothing beautiful about a Quebec accent! (We were both tired, working construction, and hated our jobs.) I was suprised how Conservative he was though--always complaining about Canadian taxes. That changed one Monday morning when he got the bill from the hospital he took his wife to for a suspected Panic Attack? He couldn't believe we pay the amount we do for medical care. (That entire summer's wage, and then some went to that bill.) His last words to me were, "I'm never coming back. It's not just because I was "jacked" by the hospital, but the amount of stress you have here is just not worth it. If those blood suckers are going to charge this much, why don't they hand out price lists in the lobby?" I agreed, and gave him half my anxiety pill.