I am a theatre nerd. Thought I’d just get that out there before moving on (really, it’s best you know, if you haven’t figured it out all ready). On this trip I decided that one of the things I wanted most to do was purchase theatrical spike tape (or gaffer tape), since there aren’t any stores in Halifax that sell the stuff.
I searched online and found a place called B&H Photo/Video/Pro Audio that sold spike tape for a reasonable price. Courtney and I decided to visit the store on Friday (aka the Rain Day).
Upon entering the store I realized that the place was huge and I would need help if I wanted to locate the item sometime before the next millenia. I asked a person standing at a help desk where the spike tape was and she put me in the direction of Camera/Video Equipment.
Going in said direction I saw a lot of things that did not resemble what I needed, so I decided to ask for help again. There was a counter with 2 men close by, so I asked one of them. He pointed me to a wall where the tape was located! I picked out my purchase and headed to the check-out area. There were 2 lines, 1 for cash and 1 for credit, so I stood in the cash line. I handed over my items and took out my wallet, but the person informed me that I needed a receipt and pointed to his right.
Confused, I took my items, stepped in that direction and promptly realized that I had no idea what he was talking about (Courtney was also very confused). A receipt? Wasn’t I supposed to get that after I paid?
It was then that I realized I needed more. Vague hand-waving and general directions just weren’t going to cut it.
So Courtney and I asked the information lady where exactly we should go (specifying that we needed step-by-step instructions). She sent us to a line of cashiers (#1-8) for a receipt. Over there an employee scanned my items, put them in a bin, sent the bin away and handed me a receipt.
Yup, my items were taken from me and sent away on a strange conveyor-belt ride. To where? Narnia? Middle Earth? Hogwarts? Beats me. I simply watched them go away and hoped that someday I would see them again (I’m nothing if not overly dramatic).
Then I (proudly) took my receipt to the cash area and paid. The person took my money, stapled something else to my receipt and told me to go to the pick-up area.
Yes, another area!
At this point Courtney began laughing uncontrollably at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. It wasn’t like I was purchasing an expensive camera or anything – it was only tape!
Thankfully the pick-up area isn’t far, so I go there and hand over my receipt. The man then informs me that my items haven’t arrived yet, so I’ll have to wait.
[Does “faster than a speeding bin full of spike tape” sound like a good superhero quality? No? I’ll work on it.]
Finally the bin with my items rolled through the elaborate conveyor-belt system of the store, arrived at the pick-up area, and the items were processed, bagged and hung on a hook. The employee handed over my items and Courtney and I left the store.
I felt as though I had just visited the future, and yet I was so glad to get back to the present. It was a very interesting experience (an experience that I will tell everyone about), but if I had to go through that every time I wanted to buy a 1/2 litre of milk I’d go nuts.