Apparently, in Canada, you can call the cops, make up a story, and they’ll arrest the accused without asking any questions — It’s 4 PM on October 12th. I throw on my workout gear, crack open my sister’s antiquated Jari Love DVD, and mimic the fitness guru’s moves. *Highly Recommend* As sweat starts to pool on my forehead, I hear the downstairs neighbors hit their ceiling, which is our floor. Clearly, they…