Well, the wife and I went on a fabulous trip to Paris for a week with a side trip to the beaches of Normandy. I could wax poetic of the trip but instead let's keep the comments to trivial things.
So last night I was watching "Confessions of a Shopaholic". Not my choice. Honestly. Before falling asleep halfway, I was struck by the interesting fact that the main actress, Isla Fisher (you may know her as the redhead from Wedding Crashers) is actually Australian. And oh yes, she is with Sascha Baren Cohen (Borat and Bruno)... I know they have a kid with each other and may actually be married.
I often get Isla Fisher a bit confused with Amy Adams, who then I get confused with Amy Ryan... the two Amys don't look alike, it is just a name confusion deal.
Anyways, I was shopping today at Young Bros. (the best produce place in Vancouver) and I realized I needed some cash before I went. I needed a BMO and I went to the nearest Safeway, which for some random reason, was the only Safeway that didn't have a BMO affiliation. Great. So in my depression of knowing that I would have to drive further to the nearest BMO, because I was too cheap to pay the $3 ATM service charge (a charge by the way that I think is only surpassed by Ticketmaster's service charges), I bought a bag of chips.
Enter Confessions of a Shopaholic.
I remembered in the movie that Isla Fisher's character tried to do a cashback at a hot dog stand. I asked the Safeway lady if they do cash back with bank debit cards and le voila! They did. I got my money and I didn't have to go to the nearest BMO bank. I felt very satisfied. And the sad thing was (other than the fact my day was made by this really boring story) I owe it all to a terrible movie.
Moral of the story?
You never know where your learning opportunities will come from.
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