A Rare Event

Yesterday afternoon, I wandered around Woolco Plaza (or Mountain Plaza to those not interested in nostalgia and Canadian patriotism). I was officially there to stock up on essentials from Dutch Toko: nasi goreng spices, sambal oelek, boillion cubes, a dish brush. However, for old time's sake, I decided to wander the mall and see what had changed. I sadly discovered that Woolco Plaza has spiralled downward into a discount oblivion, full of discount stores selling ill-fitting clothes, suspicious eating establishments, and "stuff" stores selling everything from tiny pencil sharpeners to cheap pots and broken cutlery sets. I did find a few items of interest, one being chocolate covered coffee beans, and the other being squishies that light up when you squish them . . .
But, the point of my post being "a rare event", I feel I have to mention that I managed to drive from Woolco Plaza to my parent's home on a Saturday afternoon without stopping even once, except almost completely at a stop sign. This, being a trip down the dreaded Upper James, is an extremly rare and perhaps even surreal event which merited a mention on my blog.