Zellers: I owe you $6.99.

So that brother of mine finally finally finally finally called to confirm that he is still alive. Also, he wanted to go Christmas shopping.

We are at Zellers. We are looking at displays. I knock over a bottle of fancy cooking oil. It shatters. It smells like decomposing vegetables. The decorative pickles or whatever that were in it fall to the floor, resembling feces. The yellow oil resembles urine. It certainly appeared that someone had code browned the Christmas decor section of Zellers.

Save for the broken glass, I would call this most unsanitary. Because of the broken glass, and because I used to work at Zellers, I knew I had to report the incident because of the hazards of both cooking oil on the floor, and the broken glass.

I go up to the girl and explain what had happened.
"Oh," she says, and rolls her eyes.
"Look, I'm just telling you so no one gets hurt."
Then she had to go talk to her manager, and I had to flee due to other commitments.

My brother and I drove to another Zellers because I was too scared I was going to get in trouble for breaking the $7 bottle of feces oil.