I've only had a car keyed once, and that was on a Christmastime trip to central Alberta to visit relatives. Can't remember if there was some sort of timber or oil trade issue afoot, but we were conspicuously the only yankees in that neck of the woods that time of year.

Dad got an "oh, sorry (pronounced "sorey")" from some douche-age (early 30s) private anglers at the dock on vancouver island when they dropped our salmon scale into the drink, that they asked to borrow. No offer to make right. Haven't seen similar behavior from guide outfits as they know their customer base and the origin of their fish!

Canadian border patrol will ignore your truck-and-trailer full of personal effects if transporting firearms. Go in, complete the paperwork, get back underway, and not a word about the rest. Sampling of two instances.

I don't put the average Canuck on any sort of behavioral pedestal. Like their counterparts south of the line, there are more good than bad.