Jim Squires posted this at fjetsam 🙂
Every morning I take a little walk over to the block of stores not fifteen minutes from my house. In this little plaza is a dollar store, Dollarama. Theyâ€™re quite the big chain around here â€” anyone from Southern Ontario will know what Iâ€™m talking about. And yet despite my visiting this store on a near daily basis, every morning Iâ€™m still confounded by this sign.
What did I collaborate on, and why are they thanking me? Was it the sign? Did I make it? I donâ€™t remember making it. Maybe I was drugged and forced to work in their Taiwanese factory where everything in this store gets made. Or maybe I have a split personality and Iâ€™m the mastermind behind their devious schemes. Whatever it is, my collaboration with Dollarama remains a mystery just waiting to be exposed.
This sign wouldnâ€™t bother me so much if the store was run by ESL students, but these people are born anglophones, so thereâ€™s no excuse.
So thatâ€™s your little look into my local wackiness for the day. What have you got?