Thursday, May 25, 2006

high and low without the high

Since Tuesday was a day off, I took advantage of my time to visit Liquidation World, a deep-discount department store, and the MacKenzie Gallery, which is the official cultural storehouse for the province. In between I refilled my printer cartridge (which included a free explanation of the construction of an HP printer cartridge), got covered in worm threads (yech) and watched a crow drink from a puddle. If I learned one thing from my expedition, it was this: crows are really thirsty. They don't care if they have to get their water from a big pothole, they'll just wade in up to those funny knees of theirs and go for it. Their perseverance in the face of so many natural drinking disadvantages – beaks, no hands, no water tumblers – serve as a lesson to all us. At any rate, they show us that it's better to drink from a puddle in the road than spend too much time at Liquidation World.

There's a phrase that my friend Craig uses to describe the revulsion and prickly unease that places like Liquidation World or Dollarama engender. Translated directly from idiomatic Spanish, the phrase reads: It gives me thing. Liquidation World on a Tuesday morning may have plenty of goods for 75% off the sticker price, but it gives plenty of thing for free. When I walked in the place was nearly empty, with casually dressed staff appearing to outnumber customers. The few shoppers wandering the aisles looked confused at having ended up there. I watched them pick up floral-scented candles and cans of discontinued dog food, clearly hoping that one of these items would justify their wandering feet.

Liquidation World is best described as Canada's department store of failure. If your genius product bombs in the marketplace, if your warehouse catches fire, if your heart gives out or your cash flow simply drains away down the sink of bankruptcy, Liquidation World will swoop in and carry off the swag to its high cliffside nest network of retail outlets. Do you want your chipboard- with-maple-veneer armoir slightly water damaged? Urgently need a palette rack of brand-name candy that failed its test market run? Then you need Liquidation World. Or you need 24 boxes of 'Will o' the Crisp' for twenty bucks.

Their website claims that shoppers will enjoy the fun of discovering new and unexpected goods, but I can't say it was much fun to discover a bottle of 'low-calorie' ketchup that seemed to have a half inch layer of oil floating on its surface (to me this crosses the condiment-salad dressing barrier). Ditto for the jars of something called 'burrito starter,' which made me think of some kind of weird burrito engine. Take your burrito for a test drive! No money down!


A few minutes of searching turned up some items that I considered picking up as irritating novelty gifts. Most Dubious Toy Award definitely went to the nine-piece, life-size, all-gross KFC Play Meal, which comprised several pieces of plastic chicken in a plastic bucket with plastic fries and coleslaw (also plastic). There were no demo models available to allow me to handle the individual pieces and judge the exact amount of fun I could wring out of each, but taken collectively, it was hard to imagine children incorporating it into their imaginative lives. Or maybe there's a High Cholesterol Sally doll out there.

I also found a beard trimmer whose avowed purpose, according to the package, was 'bathroom art'. To help sell the concept there was a photo of a guy with a well-trimmed beard, a shock of Thomas Dolby hair and an expression that suggested a thyroid condition. Altogether the product was pitched squarely at the 1986 demographic, missing its target by a matter of mere decades.

I could see that Liquidation World probably had genuine deals every so often, worthwhile and useful products that had washed up on reduction's shores, but to find them would require a certain level of commitment, a willingness to go the distance, to patrol the stacks on a regular basis, train your eye to block out the crap, befriend the cashiers to get tips on a juicy estate sale or bankruptcy. Given the amount of florescent sixty-cycle thing I was getting from a twenty-minute visit, I knew I could never manage such a task. On the way out I picked up a package of Achoo designer tissues, the world's most self-explanatory paper product. I knew Schmutzie would get a kick out of them.

Next: a visit to high culture at the MacKenzie Gallery.

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ahh, the lovely carefree days of trolling the shelves of Liquidation World.

Palinode if only you could see what I’ve seen in those aisles. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Astroboy dolls that fire lights when pressed behind the shoulder. Lengths of hose no longer than an ever useful 6ft for $3.99. I’ve seen mag-lev globes that overheat when left on for over an hour. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Procter-Silex Toaster Oven’s Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to buy… or at least to slash those saving even further and happily embrace the fullness of shopping bags and bathe in a wash of kipple.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kipple

palinode said...

No matter how eloquent or witty, I'm not sure that replicants are permitted by law to leave comments on weblogs. I'm not saying it's right; I'm just saying how it is.

palinode said...

And may I add that in my travels I've discovered that Switzerland and the Netherlands are almost entirely kipple-free.

cheesefairy said...

I almost bought a rubber, Jar Jar Binks hand puppet at Liquidation World. Instead I took a picture of it on my hand. No one (staff or other customers) cared.

palinode said...

My feeling was that I could definitely snap pictures in there, or maybe march a brass band through the Last Chance section, and nobody would care.

starcat said...

I like how yr crossed out comments are often exactly what you say when you've had a few pints/no coffee/a couple minutes in the sun.

hmm, kipple. I often wonder if my books are kipple. But then that would make my Philip K Dick collection eerily self-referencing, and I have to go have a few pints to make sure my junk doesn't become self-aware. Maybe I should move my Hofstadter books to a different part of the apt.

Gaunilo said...

It gives me thing.

I like that. I've always fumbled to try to explain how ferociously depressive Wal-Mart makes me, but this it: it gives me thing. Though not nearly as much thing as Liquidation World. You Canadians always have it better. It's your thing.

mathew said...

there's a last chance section? do singles meet up there before joining a religious sect or self-castrating themselves?

also, tuesday was your day off from what?

abigailroad said...

Liquidation World is ALWAYS a good time....

I must say though, a few years ago I got a backpack there before i headed off on some travels, and the pack is still in tip top shape after all these years!

Sometimes, on a rainy day spent at Liquidation World, you truly score. Unlike at Excess Cargo...that place sucks bananas.

Chris said...

Roy is dat you? Yoa eyes, I made yoa eyes.

Anonymous said...

Liquidation World is one of those places in which H.P. Lovecraft might enter and have the distinct feeling that he had wandered into one of his own stories. Walmart, Old Navy, the vast cubicle fields of the workplace... all wrong angles and creeping dread... very Lovecraftian. Very thing-giving.

~K.

maarmie said...

Like Wal-Mart, I'm sure that place would depress the hell out of me. If I'm ever in Canada again, I'll pass.

Yes, on vacation from what? I thought you left your job.

Anonymous Midwest Girl said...

See, and here I was planning on never vacationing in Canada, yet now you've given me a reason to go. Would it be wrong to plan a vacation around a discount store?

Amblus said...

Okay, click on the link for the Liquidation World website. See those bottles of peppers? Yeah, well, Kenny bought one of those at some dollar store or somewhere sketchy and was really pissed off when I pointed out that they were "for decorative purposes only" and not for eating. He was grumpy but I say, don't be surprised that you're not supposed to eat the food you buy at places like that.

Anonymous said...

I've even found smut at Liquidation World. Somehow, it seemed smuttier than it perhaps normally would have, lodged as it was between thin novels based on after-school tv shows from the 80's and do-it-yourself manuals involving woodburning and pipe cleaners. What did it think it was doing there? Or, maybe a better question - how many of them were there to begin with? Was it only ever just the one, or will Liquidation World become the mecca for those old creepy guys who used to come into the video store I worked at, looking for the weekly smut shipment? *shudder*