It may be ironic only to me, but a gigantic liquor barn opened beside my gym at Trainyards yesterday.
Right beside Farm Boy, the healthy eating joint.
I parked beside Farm Boy, went to the gym and when I returned to my car, the parking lot was bumper to bumper with folks waiting to get their drink on, mostly old folks, all in cars.
It was 9:30 a.m.
Being the curious sort, I piled my kale and cucumbers into my beat up Subaru then ventured inside. I wasn't going to buy anything; I just wanted to see what the fuss was all about. People were milling around with the same look I've seen at the casino, eyeballing the 65 varieties of beer in the humungous beer fridge, ogling the 45 varieties of tequila and filling their carts with wine.
There were lineups at the cash.
At 9:30 a.m.
In the middle of it all, I found Andre, the kindly LCBO clerk from my local, who had wangled himself a job at this mecca of libations. He seemed absolutely pixelated.
"Any freebies?" I queried.
"Just Air Miles and you get a free liquor bag."
Didn't seem enough to get me to open my wallet at that early hour.
Somehow it doesn't seem right to have a liquor barn next to a gym and a Farm Boy.
Too much temptation for those of us who are trying to travel the straight and narrow.
What's next? Caesar's Palace?
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