Canadian Tire...again
I finally got my Ontario license plates (although I've lost the sticker that shows my registration is up-to-date). Unfortunately, I couldn't take off my old Iowa plates. Neither could Vince. Nor his friend. Even WD-40 didn't help.They even tried to rip the front plate off, and it still didn't work. It was also a little awkward considering that they were doing this in front of a crowded Tim Hortons, in front of our hotel (where an old woman was warily eyeing us...probably memorizing my license plate number and car info in case we showed up on the 6 o'clock news that night), and in front of the hockey arena.
So...I brought it in to Canadian Tire.
Guy at Canadian Tire: "How can we help you?"
Me: "I need you to change my license plates for me"
Guy: Speechless, trying hard not to smile (not successfully). Eventually..."Oh, you mean you just don't have any tools?"
Me: "No...I tried to take it off, but I couldn't do it."
Guy: Clearly thinks I'm a moron and is savouring every minute...will definitely laugh about it with the guys later.
An hour later...I see the guy.
Is my car ready, yet?
No, it's a bit more complex than they'd expected.
It's my turn to smile.
posted by Steph @ 11:13 PM
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