Centre Mall
Just got back from the innocently named "Centre Mall". To say it was "down on it's heels" would be a generous characterization. It is, in fact, ghetto.
But it is the location of one of those handy dandy automatic license plate sticker renewal machines - the one in Hamilton that never seems to be busy.
So I go there, and am surprised by the fact that this is the only indoor mall that I have ever been to, that sports not one, but two (2) Head shops. That's right, right out in the open, Marijuana pipes, accessories, the whole thing.
So that pretty much says it all. But it's that part of Hamilton, so what can I say. I think my Dad will agree that the only redeeming part of areas of town like this is that they almost always have at least one surplus store. And that's why a 20 minute trip to renew my plates took nearly an hour and a quarter.
The worst part, is that I didn't even buy anything. I just wandered around this little shop for about 1/2 an hour. Ok, so the WORST part is that the store was no more than about 500 square feet. It was tiny. And still I managed to kill half an hour, without committing to a single purchase. I will, of course, be going back.
The one redeeming feature of the abovementioned mall, however, and the point of this whole thing, is that it had (beside the Head Shops) the only "S-Mart" I have ever seen. Wally, you know what I mean. Shop Smart, shop S-Mart. It was a little junkie giftie kind of store, with cheap cheap items from offshore, but I totally expected to see some guy on a skateboard with a shotgun fighting off a screaming undead hag.
The really disturbing part, is that in that part of Hamilton, nobody would have batted an eye.
On a totally unrelated note, Isaac has a new game. He is, it should be explained, in love with flashlights. He has played with them as long as I can remember (which to be honest, is about 20 minutes or so), and now owns about four of them.
His new game, is to turn the flashlight on, grab a parent for company on the trip, and "go hunting for boo boos"
The challenge, is that we have yet to ascertain what a 'boo boo' is.
At first, we thought it was what most kids call boo boos, namely injuries, or damage of some kind.
The problem with that theory is where most of the boo boos seem to be. On the dishwasher, in the oven, on the walls, etc.
So we're really not sure, but sure as shootin', once or twice a day, Mommy (Noelle), or MommyDaddy (me) will be called on to go 'hunting for boo boos."
We're going along with it for now, but see it as a pretty good sign that by the time Sam is ready to walk, Isaac will have just a powerful enough imagination to create all sorts of little games and adventures that will in a deep and fundemental way, mess with Sam's head.
After, all, what else are brothers for?
Just got back from the innocently named "Centre Mall". To say it was "down on it's heels" would be a generous characterization. It is, in fact, ghetto.
But it is the location of one of those handy dandy automatic license plate sticker renewal machines - the one in Hamilton that never seems to be busy.
So I go there, and am surprised by the fact that this is the only indoor mall that I have ever been to, that sports not one, but two (2) Head shops. That's right, right out in the open, Marijuana pipes, accessories, the whole thing.
So that pretty much says it all. But it's that part of Hamilton, so what can I say. I think my Dad will agree that the only redeeming part of areas of town like this is that they almost always have at least one surplus store. And that's why a 20 minute trip to renew my plates took nearly an hour and a quarter.
The worst part, is that I didn't even buy anything. I just wandered around this little shop for about 1/2 an hour. Ok, so the WORST part is that the store was no more than about 500 square feet. It was tiny. And still I managed to kill half an hour, without committing to a single purchase. I will, of course, be going back.
The one redeeming feature of the abovementioned mall, however, and the point of this whole thing, is that it had (beside the Head Shops) the only "S-Mart" I have ever seen. Wally, you know what I mean. Shop Smart, shop S-Mart. It was a little junkie giftie kind of store, with cheap cheap items from offshore, but I totally expected to see some guy on a skateboard with a shotgun fighting off a screaming undead hag.
The really disturbing part, is that in that part of Hamilton, nobody would have batted an eye.
On a totally unrelated note, Isaac has a new game. He is, it should be explained, in love with flashlights. He has played with them as long as I can remember (which to be honest, is about 20 minutes or so), and now owns about four of them.
His new game, is to turn the flashlight on, grab a parent for company on the trip, and "go hunting for boo boos"
The challenge, is that we have yet to ascertain what a 'boo boo' is.
At first, we thought it was what most kids call boo boos, namely injuries, or damage of some kind.
The problem with that theory is where most of the boo boos seem to be. On the dishwasher, in the oven, on the walls, etc.
So we're really not sure, but sure as shootin', once or twice a day, Mommy (Noelle), or MommyDaddy (me) will be called on to go 'hunting for boo boos."
We're going along with it for now, but see it as a pretty good sign that by the time Sam is ready to walk, Isaac will have just a powerful enough imagination to create all sorts of little games and adventures that will in a deep and fundemental way, mess with Sam's head.
After, all, what else are brothers for?
posted by Jason Allen at 2:59 PM
1 Comments:
hahaha
that is so true
i was telling romulo about some of jonathan's exploits with me- just today.
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