I don’t always take lunch break.  A lot of the time, I just eat at my desk. But today, I started getting, what I call, an office building headache.  To combat the onset of this headache, I decided to go for a little walk.  After all, even though it’s a little humid, it’s still a gorgeous day outside.  And one of the benefits of working in downtown Tdot is that there’s no shortage of places to roam.

I was in a pretty good mood, and had a nice little walk down to Kensington Market. 

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Kensington market is very cool and eclectic, and for the most part, the vendors have always been fairly nice on their best days, and simply indifferent on their worst days.  I’ve never actually had anyone be rude to me… until today.

The first place I visited was Fong on Foods (46 Kensington Ave).  I always go there because my mom loves their brown sugar steamed rice cakes (I’m not a big fan).  I buy 2 pieces.  The total comes to $1.60.  I gave her $5.10.  She punched $50.01 into the register and she started giving me hell in her heavily Vietnamese-accented Cantonese. 

1. I’m the customer.  I’m giving *you* money.
2. It’s not my fault you can’t subtract.
3. It’s not my fault you have fat fingers.
4. Did I mention that I’m the customer… Giving you my money?

I leave there with the $3.50 that she threw at me (by the way… I had to *tell* her how much to give me).  For you non-Canadians out there, we don’t have dollar bills anymore… So that’s a two-dollar coin, a one-dollar coin and two quarters that she threw at me.