I do NOT like this place

Hubby was not pleased. We'd flown to Montreal. That was fine. We'd landed in Montreal. That was fine. We'd gotten our rental car. That too was fine. We'd started driving toward downtown Montreal in the rental car. Yeah, no. That was NOT fine. "There are potholes everywhere!" Griped hubby. "And did you see the way they cleared the snow? They've left piles everywhere. This is terrible!" "At least the GPS is programmed to the right hotel address," I said brightly, sticking said GPS onto the inside of the windshield. "You don't know that yet," hubby said glumly. Ah. True...