Heading back to the hotel I had to see this place called the Giant Tiger Canadian discount store. I had seen in on maps and it looked kinda like a crazy Big Lots.
There was one guy who I am pretty sure was a meth-head. I say this, not out of judgement, I have a lot of sympathy for people with addiction problems, as I have lost good friends to this. But, I am an ER nurse and am pretty good at being able to gauge drug use just by looking at the person's behavior. The thing is though that people on meth rarely eat. Anyway, he followed me around for a while and then I later I saw him stick a box of cereal in his jacket. I was so torn and it happened so quickly that I did not have time to react. It was food -- so the soft socialist in me wanted to not say anything. But then the "moral" person that I am wanted to go up to the clerk and out him. There was a serious inner struggle going on all within a few seconds. I then came up with the idea if just telling the guy I would buy the cereal for him. But I thought too slowly. By the time I came up with the solution, the guy was gone. Opportunity lost. The cereal cost all of $2, so I am sure the Giant Tiger won't close due to that loss. I just wish I either had not witnessed this or been able to react faster.
So, the best thing about the Giant Tiger was the products! I had to get my camera out. Capitaine Crounche - my favorite childhood cereal had gone French! I did come home with some Marshmallow Glitter.