2005-10-15

Lost in Regina?!

This is a very short entry, because I'm watching movies with my mom in a second. I just had to tell you guys about being lost in Regina.

So, the first thing I need to say is that Ring Road is not so much a ring as it is kind of a U shape, and should be renamed to match its shape. The second thing is that in Saskatoon, every road is signed so many times and in so many different ways that you pretty much have to be a retarded monkey to get lost on main roads (suburbia is a completely different story). Regina, not so much.

So, I'm pulling into Regina, and I think to myself "I should go to Chapters to see if they have that book I'm looking for that neither Coles nor McNally has. I'll take Ring Road West, and if Regina is at all logically set up, it'll take me to South Albert." Naturally, this all makes sense. I get on Ring Road going West, and all is well. After a while, though, the buildings get sort of... well, sparse. The road narrows to two lane instead of four. I start to think that this may not be Ring Road, so I look at a street sign, and I'm on 9th. Now, if this were Saskatoon, someone would have written an angry letter to the StarPhoenix about signage. Apparently, Reginans (Reginians) just accept that roads can suddenly become other roads without letting anyone know.

There's a lot of other stuff I could say about being lost in Regina, but I'll leave it at this (in a list, because as we all know, I love them):

  1. I found Chapters after a while
  2. People in Regina either drive way too fast (like, 120 on the 80 road) or way not fast enough (like, 50 on the 80 road).
  3. Chapters did not have the book I was looking for.
Instead I bought moderately subversive literature. This always strikes me as odd: a multi-national corporation sells subversive, anti-consumer literature. It's like Rawlco Radio stations playing "The Last DJ" by Tom Petty. Kind of weird. I read my subversive literature in Starbucks (and again, the irony's palpable) and felt guilty for giving them my $6 instead of a more deserving local coffee shop. I felt a little better, because at least the coffee wasn't very good (it tasted kind of like steamed milk, so not bad, but it actually had espresso in it, so not great), so now I can justify my ideological decision not to buy coffee there (as in, before I was just doing it because I don't think they deserve my money. Now it's that, and the fact that I can get better coffee elsewhere).

Thus endeth my trip to Regina.