I continue to go to physiotherapy twice each week for my injured ankle. Although I’ve come a long way, it continues to give me some grief and limit my activities. The good thing is I’m making progress with it, even if it is slow progress.

My physiotherapist is located in a weird mall not far from where I live. At one end of the mall there is a Sobeys grocery store. We call it “Bad Sobeys” to differentiate it from the fancy-pants Sobeys located a mile two to the east. It isn’t so much that it is bad. It is just small and bare-bones compared to the opulent Sobeys down the way. At the other end of the mall is one of the few remaining Zellers stores. In between, there is the physo place, a hair place, a Service Ontario place, maybe a hairdresser, a medical imaging joint and a few other things.

I try to get my physio appointments at 7:00 so that my treatments have the least possible impact on my job. At 7:00 AM, this mall is bathed in semi-darkness, but even this early there is music playing, usually music from some other era, the 50s or the 60s or the 70s most times. Walking into this place and hearing The Eagles play that most awful of tunes, Hotel California at 7:00 in the morning is almost too much to bear.

I park near the Zellers because my physio is just a few doors west of there. Here is what I saw when I got there this morning, on the mall floor, outside the Zellers….

Spectacular, and only $4.97 each. If only I had a selection of lime green shirts, I could buy up a dozen pair of these babies and start a new fashion trend.

My theory is that the entire mall is actually a Tardis. That’s right a Tardis. I think before the sun comes up, the entire mall travels through space and time and has adventures in places unknown. By 9:00 AM it’s back in place, and the salmon pants turn into blue jeans and nothing seems amiss.