I Hate Money and Crowds

I went to the L'Oréal Warehouse Sale this morning... to make me drag my ass up at 7:30AM on a Saturday to hoard makeup products took two factors - very very deep discount, and fear of very very long lineup.

My friend A and I successfully beat the crowd, getting there at opening time and got in with no lineup. I had maybe 10 min of leisurely browsing before the place started to get crowded. Next thing you know some 40-year-old mainlander was blocking a whole section, chatting loudly with her consorts and shoving packs after packs of boxes-of-six shampoo into the cart. Why the hell would you need so much shampoo? I'm so convinced that's going into a Convenience Store downstairs from a condo and selling at a 100% margin. People really have no manners. Wanted to elbow them in the face.

Fast forward a nice greasy breakfast and a bit of nap, I biked to my backyard Eaton Center to do some weekend shopping, stock up on my Fall clothes and whatnot. Now I'm used to downtown and especially Eaton Center being crowded, but for some reason today, was a whole new level of crowdiness. Entirely my gross miscalculation in not taking into account the University Fair this weekend at the Metro Toronto Convention Center. Hoards of Ugg-footed suburbanites and parents roamed the town. Hollister, AE and the like were clearly not prepared for the influx of the Costco-crew... the stores were a mess, clothes were on the floor, over the racks, all over the place... pretty much looked like Zara on a normal day.

So that was a big turn-off, although by some stroke of luck I was always the first to get into the fitting rooms and came out to long line-ups of frustrated teenagers (lol life lesson 101 - it sucks). The amount of teenagers well exceeded my tolerance threshold and made me pretty grumpy, I didn't want to speak to salespeople that much today whereas I'm usually pleasant to deal with (I'd like to think). This chick in Fossil kept asking me questions, after I made it pretty clear that I was not going to be having a conversation about the meaning of life with her.

Salesperson - "Hi",
Doremish - "Hi"
Salesperson - "How are you doing",
Doremish - "Good thanks"*goes opposite direction*
Salesperson, from behind - "What brings you to our store today",
Doremish - "Just browsing" *walking away*
Salesperson - "How was your shopping so far"
WTF STFU!!!

Anyhow, bought a bunch of crap today that African kids don't need, and got fed up by people. To summarize:
Makeup: $160,
Clothes: $70,
Zooming past all the drivers on Yonge St while they got stuck in the afternoon traffic: Priceless.