30 July 2006
Went to Canadian Tire today to pick up a couple small tools and have a look in their fishing department. My wallet was bulging with Canadian Tire money so badly I was on the lookout for muggers on the way to the store from the parking lot - a distance of about 1/4 mile.I could not find what I was looking for in the tool department so I asked a clerk for assistance. She replied, "It is in aisle 69." As she turned away from me I could swear she said, "And why don't you go fuck yourself on your way there motherfucker."
Admittedly I spend more time shopping in the liquor store than all my other shopping experiences added together. Hell, I spend more time picking up the racing papers every week than all my other shopping experiences (excluding beer runs) put together. But you would think store clerks could at least pretend for two seconds that they would like you to buy something in their store. So I fucked my motherfucking self on the way to aisle 69, still could not find what I wanted, then continued to the fishing department.
Everything in the fishing department was overpriced. Like I am going to pay over $7 for a flatfish when I can get a six pack of Tuborgs for $9.95. So I did not buy anything at Canadian Tire today.
Attention Canadian Tire! Go fuck yourself!