Sharkboy

It’s not a secret I don’t like NoFrills #79, I especially don’t like the one down the street from us. We really only go there for last minute necessities… like this past saturday when we needed nachos for our salsa. We walk to the store, get in, and almost right away are assaulted by this fairly nicely dressed woman, hands in her purse looking for change, she needed $0.25 to release a shopping cart and asked us if we could help her out. I just went on my way, didn’t even look at her, but DR, the gentleman that he is, stopped and fished out a quarter from his pockets, handed it to her and ackwardly waited for her to give him 2 dimes and 1 nickle or something like that, but she just put the quarter in the little gizmo to release the cart and after a few seconds, realizing he was not going to get it, he left and found me past the cashiers on my way to the chips aisle:

DR: She just took the money
Me: Huh?
DR: (giggling) She just took the quarter, she didn’t even give it back to me in change

And swooooooosh, I’m flying to the ingrate lady in nice-ish clothes

Me: You just took the money?
Her: It’s ok, I got a quarter now, thnx!
Me: You just took the money!!! You didn’t repay him with change?
Her: What?
Me: How did you get this cart?
Her: Someone gave me a quarter.
Me: I know that since WE payed for your shopping pleasure today (and turned around, walking away)
Her: Huh? What do you want me to say?
Me: (looking back) Nothing, unless you’re ready to admit that you’re cheap!

I met back with DR and were walking through the chips aisle where she popped out again, hand full of change and handing a quarter back to DR:

Her: There! I didn’t have any but now I do. There’s no need to be so rude about it.
Me: Well, a simple thank you would have avoided this whole thing. We don’t have any obligations in helping you roll your groceries around the store.
DR: You know, there are cashiers to help you out if you need change.
Her: I said thank you, you just didn’t hear me,
Us: Rrrrright!

Don’t get me wrong, a quarter is really not going to make us or break us, it’s really just the principle of the thing, people don’t remember how to be polite anymore #9.

On the same note, I’ve been accused of not being polite recently:

Homeless on the Street: (screaming at the top of her lungs) AArghthhw AAAAAArrhghth AARghththt
Me: (walking down to the street level, looking at her) Ok! Time to go, move it!
Homeless on the Street: (getting up, looking at me straight in the eyes and with fairly good English but still screaming) Why can’t you be polite? Why can’t you be polite?
Me: (a tad stunned) Polite? HUH? Maybe because you’ve been screaming for 4 years at all hours of the day, and keep us awake, annoy the entire neighborhood, and maybe because I just can’t handle you anymore? NOW, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I CALL THE COPS ON YOU ONCE AGAIN.

How can I be blamed for forgetting my nice manners!!!

The weekend started sort of early for us: we had Da and Old Audio Dude over for dinner on Thursday night in exchange for help with our home theatre sound system, which he was able to do quickly as he’s a pro. We’re happy! We can now actually hear the surround sound when watching tv or dvd’s through the PVR we purchased 11 months ago… Thnx Old Audio Dude. Oh yeah, for dinner DR made this mexican delicassy:

On Friday, DR and I met after work at Eaton Centre and booked our next vacation. We could book it all ourselves online of course, but we do like this pocket bear guy that works at Flight Centre and don’t mind giving him the business… So it’s official, we’re going out west in March via:

(more about the itinerary later)

Then it was a quick walk to Da’s so we could borrow his car one more time to go get a new TV stand at Ikea, we decided on the Storemark:

We brought it home, built it, transferred the entire media from the old stand to the new one, WITHOUT unplugging any of Old Audio Dude’s handy work, which turned out to be a tad difficult but DR is a wiz so it was all good.

On Saturday, we met Scoundrel and Spudd and were treated to breakfast at The Beacher Cafe in the Beaches:

And I had these delicious french toasts:

It was definitely good to spend the time with these gents, and of course with Scoundrel around, you just laugh and laugh. I texted them “thank you” while on the streetcar ride back home and got a call back instead of a text. He started talking and of course I started laughing out loud with other passengers’ eyes on me, probably thinking I was some kind of a whack job.

On Saturday evening, our good friend Normlr came over for dinner and DR made pork goodness in in a wok:

And I made this fancy-smancy sharkcake:

After dinner, the boys played games on Wii and I sort of passed out on the couch for a bit… but before going home that night, Normlr was kind enough to give me the gift of RAM… I doubled the amount of it on my iMac and couldn’t be happier. I can now open Photoshop, email and internet without having to go make tea while the applications open.. YEH… and thank you once again.

Sunday, we got up in time to watch Coronation Street and went to get breaky at Tim Hortons and FOR ONCE I didn’t have anything to complain about… the service was fast and courteous, we didn’t have to repeat anything… I had to look around to make sure I wasn’t at Starbucks…

Then we went to the Zombie walk:

For the entire picturial, please go to DR’s flickr stream!

After rushing home to take the make-up off and shower, we made our way to meet the Xboys (I call them that because they are boys and they are both avid XBox 360 players) at the movie theatre to watch this gem:

The movie was great, the company was excellent.

Then I was exhausted, I wrote this post when I got home and went to bed… now it’s Monday and I have to go to work… blargh!

Oh! And we haven’t had a working phone since Friday… I had another battle with Rogers Home Phone #52 and I’m giving them one last chance. They are coming over tonight to fix it for the last time.