When you arrive at YVR (British Columbia) you get a Vancouver Kiss: as we approach each other, we intentionally ignore each other (with widely-defocussed eyes) while straying into your path just enough so as to force you to react and not walk into us.

This is usually paired with a withering glance to the side of your head once eye contact is safely avoided, bolstering a flagging self-esteem by silently judging you for being such a boorish clod as to exist.

...unless you're hot. Then you can do whatever you like, since there's not another sort of criteria for valuation of human beings here.

If you're really lucky you'll be treated to the Princess Stomp: not as violent as it sounds but it's pretty much on the end of the passive-aggressive scale...as above but instead of playing a game of personal-space chicken, come to a full stop as if doing military drill (if precious poodley special snowflakes were soldiers), the leading foot coming almost gracefully to a pat on the floor, leaning in slightly, to allow your boorish self to continue your trajectory, while evincing just the slightest pained expression and the merest exhalation.