Okie doke. The plan was to motor through this script by the end of July (so that I could dedicate August to script #2), but following several false starts, a couple of roadblocks, and one frustrating detour, I’ve decided to scrap this jalopy. My focus now shifts to enjoying the rest of my summer and just reading. Spending time with Akemi and the dogs, sure. Packing and prepping for the big move, of course. And, oh yeah, rewatching old episodes of Seinfeld.
Look, I’m sure there are worse airlines in the world. Maybe those outfits flying dangerous cargo out of war-torn countries for example. But, really, Air Canada is just…not good. My flight out of Vancouver was delayed an hour and half. My flight back to Vancouver was delayed almost two. The last time I flew Air Canada, the flight was outright cancelled for reasons never fully revealed. A mechanical issue? The pilot overslept? The flight wasn’t full enough so Air Canada decided not to bother honoring their end of our business transaction? Who knows? The bigger question is – Why the hell have I (or is anyone) flying Air Canada when there’s a perfectly great alternative in WestJet?
A few words of wisdom I ‘d like to impart to those looking to sell their home or condo (all gathered from a day spent checking out Toronto condos with my back-up, The Corridors, pictured here on the cover of their new album) … If you know someone is going to be coming by to check the place out, you might want to clean up a little. After seeing this, I was genuinely afraid to check out the bathrooms.
An access door to the building’s stairwell at the back of the master bedroom can be a little…unsettling. “They call that The Murderer’s Entrance,”Ivon helpfully offered.
I know, I know. Getting the place ready for prospective buyers can be such a pain in the ass, but try to make an effort nevertheless. Those sloppy little details tell a much bigger story about how you cared for the place while you were living there.
While I realize you still live here, try to make yourself scarce during the showing. It can make things all kinds of awkward – especially if you’re drunk.
And as much as I appreciate a desire to cut out the middle man like, say, the dining room corridor and a door, designing a house with the bathroom right next door to the kitchen is just weird. What’s even weirder? An open bathroom concept that has the toilet stall in direct eyeline of the top of the upstairs landing.
Finally, if you’re going to take a photo of the exterior and go through the pains of angling the shot in such a way as to avoid the telephone pole smack-dab in the middle of your fucking walkway, count on prospective buyer’s actually visiting your place and noticing that…there’s a fucking telephone pole smack-cab in the middle of your fucking walkway!
Holy shit! Are Burger’s Priest burgers now available at Wahlburgers?!??