Subway: Standing in Pie IX station in the Montreal Metro. We were on our way home from the Chinese lantern festival in the Botanincal Gardens where we pretended to be from Montreal in order to save $3. It was all going well, Claire was speaking fleuent french, I was nodding like I understood every word. Then the cashier, who didn't ask anyone else in our group to prove they were residents, asked Claire what our postal code was. Well "we" were stumped, ok, claire was, I had no idea what she wanted. Claire quickly said that we had just moved there and that she didn't have it memorized yet, and snuck to the desk to ask Danni what her's was. We faked a letter number combination and saved $6. Judging by the lines in the festival the gardens weren't out too much.