Try to corner the elusive sales clerk
One of our local big box retail outlets has a problem. Staff. Although they have inventory up the yin-yang, there is little chance that a potential customer will find a particular item, unless he trips over it. Forget asking one of the people in the red shirts that are rumoured to work there. If they don’t get to their hiding hole before you arrive within speaking distance, the information will be useless. This afternoon, I was looking for a particular item; heck, I even printed out their webpage to ensure the correct SKU. I was sent to four different sections of the store and in spite of my persistence…
Without identifying the offending firm, let’s say that they’re famous for tires and they mint their own money.
I’m back home now, after a well-deserved milkshake and some quality time in the company of my spouse. Son #3 has headed off into the wilds (he murmured something about camping, if plans turned into actual events). There are two roasts in the oven, and the need to go foraging before morning is now removed. Life is good.
I guess the big race in Montreal came off despite the will of the dissenting masses. Son #3 did post one zinger, when he pointed out that a particular spokesman for the event had overstepped his status as an uninvited guest. “Why get advice from someone who brags about turning around in circles faster than others?”
If you’re looking for a new addition for the (salt water) aquarium, someone in NS has a lobster for sale on Kijiji.ca, which proves that one man’s blue monster is another’s dream.
