The Way Home

Today I decided upon a roundabout route home from a stroll through the Edinburgh woods. Listening to the Antlers on shuffle had prompted me to try something a little different; I wanted to have some fun. When the trees parted, the massive shopping complex containing the Canadian Tire, Futureshop and Zellers came into view. It was the latter most that caught my attention. It reminded me of a game my friend had once played in a Wal-Mart back home. So, I decided it was time to play a game of my own.

Upon entering the large department store, I went to home supplies and began rearranging items. This rearranging was not meant to turn into a sculpture or provoke any sort of societal commentary; I was trying to blend into the store as yet another young person working there....potentially as a "lifer". Then I was approached. Not by another employee, as they were busy texting their friends and discussing alternative means of employment. I was approached by a customer. This had happened to my friend back home whilst in a Wal-Mart doing the exact same thing; so I followed the advice he had so awkwardly bestowed upon me. I looked at the customer in the eye for a few seconds; it was an elderly woman wearing a blue sweater. I then preceded to spin in circles.

The woman stared at me for several more seconds, then began asking if I was alright. After about thirty or so seconds of inquiry into my well being, the thoroughly agitated woman turned around and walked away. Success. This game carried on through the next hour and a half and four people. One, a young mother and her little boy, two a middle aged man looking for the plungers, three a younger man about my age wondering where the shavers were and finally by another employee. Apparently I had been found out.

When the other Zellers employee approached me I was made aware of several complaints that had been made about me and my incessant spinning. As such, there was only one thing I could do. I spun as I had before. The employee stormed off shortly after, notifying me that I would be reported to the manager. After they had left I decided it was in my best interest to return home and start making soup for dinner.

Unfortunately, the whole thing was rather coincidental and I did not have my camera with me. I did however bought the loveliest glade spray can before I left. Clean Linen.

And that was how I got home today.