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So yeah… I was not too happy at that point.  However, I decided that since I did something nice for my mom and endured that bad service… I should do something nice for myself.

I headed over to Patty King (187 Baldwin St.) to get myself a yummy piece of apple butter cake. 

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I walk in and stand at the counter.  There are three ladies behind the counter and only one other customer.  Whatever, I’m nice and polite and wait for one of the counterstaff to address me.  One lady looks in my general direction and gruffly grunts “What do you want?”  I tell her I’d like a piece of apple butter cake.  She’s not really paying attention to me so unsurprisingly, she doesn’t react.  There a few seconds of silence and she asks me again, “What do you want?”  

I repeat, “Apple butter cake, please.”  She grabs a pair of tongs, and reaches for… The mango butter cake.  I politely correct her and say, “oh… Apple.  Not mango, please.”  She gives me the unmistakable “eat shit and die” look, makes that tsk-ing noise, and then proceeds to take the smallest piece of apple butter cake.  Not the closest one… The most easily accessible one… But the smallest one!  I seriously did not want to get into it because I didn’t want to ruin my day, so I just took it and paid my $1.75 and left to get some coffee.

I popped my head into House of Spice (190 Augusta Ave.) to buy some saffron.  I wander through the whole store, just to find it at the front counter.  As I’m reaching for my wallet, a stock clerk comes up and throws the pricing gun roughly onto the counter right in front of me.  I’m taken aback.  The cashier (I think he’s the manager… or maybe the owner) looks extremely pissed but doesn’t say anything to the clerk.  I pay.  I leave.

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Finally, after all that, I opt to go to Blue Banana (250 Augusta Ave) instead of my usual Moonbean (30 St. Andrew St.) for a cup of coffee.  I head over to the coffee bar and the barista doesn’t turn around.  Eventually he whips around I guess because he thought he saw someone trying to shop lift.  But he was wrong.  He still continues to ignore me and then proceeds to chat up and take an order from the lady behind me!  WTF!?  So of course, I walk away.  I take a quick perusal of the store but have lost all desire to shop and then head back to the office……… Without coffee.  In hindsight, I should’ve gone to Moonbean.

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I swear, I don’t know what the heck was the matter with everyone today, but this was by far the worst experience I’ve *ever* had at Kensington.  The lingering stench from the garbage strike didn’t help (or maybe that’s Kensington’s usual smell).