I saw a nice bike that hadn't been there before, so I decided to sit on it and see how it felt. As I'm admiring it - a salesman stomps up to me and accosts me like I had walked in buck naked and draped my boys on the seat of the bike. "Is there anything I can help you with?" he says, as if I could never afford such a fine piece of equipment. When I said I didn't, he stomped back to his cubicle.
I get off the bike and walk around it. He starts walking in my direction, so I ask him a question, only to be brushed off with a curt answer while he makes a beeline for the vending machine - breezing past me fixated on the candy bar being carefully guarded behind a plexiglass fortress.
Needless to say I won't darken the door of Alberta Cycle ever again. What a joke!
