The ThanksgivingChristmasNewYear retail circus is over.
Now comes the snowbird population expansion, in which our otherwise medium-sized town triples in size and quadruples in Canadans.
Our cousins from the north emulate geese from their homeland in that their behaviour varies little from individual to individual. One can pick them out in Bait & Switch muttering to themselves at how inexpensive their bait is here, south of the 49th parallel.
That is because unlike in Ontario (and perhaps sundry other provinces about which I have no interest) we have a free-ish market. There, by contrast, lies the beast of statist control, because the Good Lord knows that control of bait supply and price rightly lies with government. Gasp: a monopoly leads to high prices. Whodathunk?
While the pathetic Lumbermen buy up their awful and awfully predictable bait, the store lived it up in the last weeks of the year. Much money was taken, many hours were worked, owners were (presumably) happy counting the gold.
None of which improved the mood around the place. Managers all seem subdued verging on morose, despite the big numbers. Ah, yes, but the important Bait Direct number which controls the bonus didn’t work in their favour. Oh well. Still, you’d think they’d be vaguely upbeat.