~ I managed to pick one of the muggier days in the past few weeks for an extensive walking tour of downtown record, book and paper stores. First I had lunch with Kat. When I arrived in front of her office, she said, ‘Do you like pho?” and I though she said, “faux.” I was wondering what faux-cuisine might be. That sounded intriguing. But instead it turned out she meant vietnamese. It was pretty good but the best part was the insanely snarly woman at the till. I think she actually had antipathy for people giving her money. It made me realize something about Toronto that had been at the back of my mind for a while. It’s that Toronto knows cock-all about customer service. I guess because it’s so big you don’t need to be nice or helpful at all. After that I walked down to Soundscapes which turns out to be a pretty good store. When I asked if Too Pure were reissuing the other Seefeel album as well, the dude gave me enough record-store snob attitude to kill a horse. Maybe a horse, its rider and anyone who happened to be riding by on the same street. It was kind of rad. The local cassette and CD-R section was impressive though. After that, and several bookstores with fair to middling customer service, I went to the Japanese paper store (which might be called Paper Store) on Queen but it wasn’t as good as when I went in June. The clerk barely even talked to me when I paid. Type, a bookstore a few doors down, I fell in love with though. But perhaps because the guy (who was so much like a young Greg Patton, it was freaky) was friendly and helpful and this somewhat softened my views on Toronto customer service. Then I met Nicole and we went to an insanely full wool store because she’s knitting me a custom dream-scarf. After looking at rows of books and CDs all day, floor to ceiling stacks of coloured yarn almost gave me a seizure. The customer service was decent there. We ate dinner at a cuban restaurant where the guacamole was so amazingly delicious you almost believed it was actually the snot of Jesus. Thing is they wouldn’t give us five more chips to finish it off, they wanted to make us buy a whole extra bowl of chips. In the same breath the server asked me if I wanted another beer. This reaffirmed my conviction Toronto knows dick-all about customer service.
~ Animal control got called in regards to the dog running free and snapping at neighborhood children today. An italian man came after her with a shovel apparently.