I have an urge to blog a lot right now. At least you’ll have a lot to read!
I took an exciting and bizarre trip last week that I forgot to share with you! SILLY ME!
I had to go get some of the new dog food I’m feeding my pups because it’s on sale at Petcetera for cheap cheap right now. Since I moved downtown, the closest store location I found was at North Hill Mall. Now for those of you who don’t know why this particular mall deserves being mentioned, let me tell you!
This mall is probably one of the shittiest places I have ever been. It’s one huge, long hallway of a mall that was famous when I was a kid for being a mall with a lot of crime. People were ALWAYS shoplifting from the Sears department store in this mall. I’d like to think it’s because this Sears has never been redone, so it looks like you’ve stepped into 1968 when you go in. The lighting, the stone-imitated tile, the beige walls and yellow-stained lights….ahh the sweet smell of polyester and broken dreams. The rest of the mall seems like it came out of 1980. This mall even boasts one of those old San Fransisco stores! EEEWWWW! DO YOU PEOPLE (who live in Canada) REMEMBER THESE?! This store still has crap like fart gum, penis sippy-cups, and t-shirts with crap like “Just Do Me” written on them. They also sell a variety of Dollar Store esque porcelain crap like dolphins jumping through hoops in a fit of joy.
Don’t even get me started on dolphins.
This isn’t even the worst of it!
Steve wanted to walk around this time-warp of a mall after I bought dog food, so I reluctantly agreed. We ended up walking by this GIANT store simply titled, “General Store.”
“What IS this place?”
“We have to go in!”
I’ve truly never seen anything like this. Steve tells me they have stores like this in the states…and I can now see why. It was literally a general store. No theme. No reason. It was kind of like a more expensive dollar store. To give you an idea of what kinds of stuff they had, let me list a few things off (in no particular order, because there wasn’t one):
-Inuit artwork on sweatshirts
-porcelain dolls
-mugs with your name and country’s flag on it
-Japanese paintings
-ties with Jesus on them
-homemade wreaths
-embalmed spiders
-a crayfish paperweight
-hand-carved, wooden airplanes
-candy
-lamps
-gifts for a new baby
-clocks
the list goes on and on. Why would anyone want a crayfish paperweight?!
“You know honey, I really think that we need a new lamp, but I also just wore a hole through my Inuit sweater. What’s a wife to do?!”
“I know, honey! Let’s go to the GENERAL STORE!”
“YES! THANK GOD FOR THE GENERAL STORE!”
The best part of the trip is that when Steve was walking around, he thought he could let a sneaky fart go. The fart was not only NOT quiet…Steve didn’t notice that there was a man looking at some kind of random shit no more than 5 feet away from him.
I wish I could have taken photos.
I would have changed the name of the store, myself. Something more along the lines of “Old Time Bitch’s Good Time Crap Shop!”













