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Originally Posted by DtheP47
Not sure it's called that now? It's a fancy deli type sandwich shop. Last proper baker Ted (Hillman I think) retired out of there a few years ago.
Post Office undergoing a major refurb' not before time. Scaffolding up and upstairs being ripped out last week when I passed.  |
Proper bakers going, proper butchers too, no doubt, proper fishmongers, proper chippies, proper tailors ... I don't like it.
It's becoming a Walmart world .... Maybe I'm just an out of date old fart who wore clogs. But those clogs were made to measure for me, by a man skilled in his craft. And my shoes were re-soled and heeled by a proper cobbler.
When I first arrived in Canada, I could pull into a full-service gast station. A guy would come out, fill my tank (at 45 cents a gallon), check my oil and show me the stick, clean my windshield, and ask if my tire pressure needed checking. Now I do all this myself for $1.20 a litre
And when my tech toys screw up ... tech support
... a call centre in India
(Fortunately I speak French; so, I choose the French language option and get a call centre in Canada
) The world is starting to suck big time. I'm glad I'm on my way out. Just wish I could get a couple of real pies to take with me.