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So last week in honours of the living room revemping Ikea as well as Canadian tire were visited on numerous occasions. First came book shelves, which was immediatly followed by a return trip to the store in order to get the needed screws I imagined I already had. Course one can hardly go to Ikea and leave with only a pack of screws. Enters the new kitchen island module / cutting board / Artisant Kitchaid mixing bowl table / addition. Added a few jars for the kitchen to round things up.
A few days later as I was seeking a crumy new cordless phone rumours came to my ear about a certain television stand set on special at Canadian tire. 18.99 for a low rise corner T.V stand with underneath shelf built in the structure. Did I mention it was down from 69.99 ?! So after some convincing from a roommate of mine we finally pick it up in the cart with a crappy new cordless phone. Local clerk did not have the keys for the phone behind the "not so much bullet proof glass doors" so she called in reinforcements. An old geezer shows up. He can't open the slide doors due to the sheer amount of phone boxes pressing again the glass. After a few curses and what could only be described as he forcefully trying to force open the damm thing he shifts his attention to remove the blocking boxes out of the way. How did he managed this feat ? I'm glad you asked, he began pulling the variously priced phones boxes and throwing them in the alley like trash in that big shady trash container behind your appartment building. Finally I get my phone but then I still wanted to shop around a little. So the original clerk takes my phone away from me and indicates it will be waiting for me at customer service... Heeee so I take it you people are afraid I will steal this 22$ phone by hiding it under my coat or something ? Cause that table in my basket is too large to hide so obvisouly I will seek reparation by stealing a crappy 22$ phone !! WTF !! Later I get to the customer service area which is now conveniatly located behind the cash. So again I need to ask permission from the sole employee maning this station.
"excuse me, can I have my phone now ?"
She gives me this look while pondering the meaning of my request
In the meantime I add to my plea and original request;"cause I would like to pay for it"
She then yells to someone else out of sight in the store ; " Can I give this man this phone ?"
Note that at this point I actually crossed over the customer service counter and I already have the box in my hand.
She then turns around and seeing I already took what she was entrusted to keep for me in the first place (just in case I wanted to steal it you know) and waves I can now take it.
The Canadian Tire on St Jacque it would seem no longer believes in cashiers during what they consider off hours and so I had to use the "automated self serve cash station". Course when one get into the designated cash station one has to scan his item. Great, now how I'm I suppose to scan a metre across box containing a thick wooden table on that cute little scanner 5 cm off the overlapping control pannel !?! At this point I requested assistance from again the lone and singe employee responsible for the four automated stations. After a minute or so of glaring into empty space she comes to and ultimatly entered the barcode manually.
As I was leading the basket away, the employee came up to me and politelly asked;
"you know this table is white right ?"
"Can't say I did as I was looking for the colour displayed in the atrium to this store. Do you have that colour in stock ? "
"No, no we don't. Only in white."
"Might others stores have that colour ?"
"No, no we are most likelly the only one with this promotion..."
"@%#%@%#%#$% " I returned to the automated station and had the purchase reversed.
Then my roomate had this stroke of genius and it went as follow ;
"Did't they have a bunch of those tables in the atrium when we came in ? "
Yes !! So walk back into the store and start sifting through the NUMEROUS boxes and to my surprise they did not only have white but also the desired darker wood tone as well as a lighter version matching exacly the appartment current furnitures... Picked that little one up, walked back into the store, back to the automated check out station and gave that employee a big; "look at what you have for sale after all wave" LOL
A couple of days later, this past friday it was decided the living room still needed improvment. So back to Ikea this time for cushions covers, mineral oil for the kitchen island & possibly picture frames. Turns out the innitial measurments were off and so left with CD / DVD wall shelves and a few more kitchen jars, again for good measure : )
On the drive back, gas is at 98.8 Youpi ! La bête was thirsty hence perfect timming. At this point I want to bring your attention to the time 7 pm isshhh. I park, make my selection and ... nothing. A crackling voice indicates I have to go in. Okay, expected as much, security reasons, it's all good. I walk into the service station and ask for a fill up... clerk asks me how much I want. I'm like I don't know I just want to fill my car. Clerk again zones out for a few seconds looking outside her window (what are theise people on for crying out load !! #$%$%?) then return her attention to the busness at hand. At this point I'm like screw this, just give me 35 worth and let me be. Pretty sure she was only seconds away from calling in her manager to ask for advice. Course I later learned I coud of paid for more and then have them re-embourse me but considering the sharp and witty clerk I was facing...
Have a great week all !
