Is there ANYWHERE in central Toronto that can DEFFO replace my Google Pixel 6 Pro screen today?!
Nobody in Eaton Centre has parts. I can't ring places to check if they HAVE parts.
I can't spend my holiday going to random phone shops in vain hope. 😭
Only way I can get online is by going back to my hotel and getting on the wifi with my laptop.
I can't be back-and-forthing to random parts of the city all day to phone shops I've found online, being told nobody has the screen part. I want to go to museums and art galleries 😭
Hell, if I have to drop $200 on an unlocked burner until I can get back to the UK because nobody in Toronto can get the part, then that's fine. I'll do it. It's worth it so I can get back to doing what I came here for (woo museums).
But I at least need/want to know that now.
UPDATE: Phone deposited with shop thanks to @RM_Transit. now about to enjoy the Royal Ontario Museum while i wait.
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I should point out I'm already on my third @glynnstewart book of this holiday because the bastard turned out not just to be a nice guy, bit also an incredible author.
If you want inclusive hard mil SciFi his Peacekeepers of Sol stuff is a must read.
~~ waves hands influency ~~
@glynnstewart "what if a future space force just accepted pronouns were a thing and PTSD was something a sensible military plans around rather than fights?" Is refreshing af
@glynnstewart I should point out that his partner made excellent meat skewers though and let me drink all their wine on my first night in Canada. So I think that technically makes this a sponsored post.
Something I am noticing here in Canada is that, in restaurants and cafes, I keep getting stuck in something I've started to regard as the "Politeness Escalation Loop"
It works like this... /1
The waiter/waitress/service person comes over and is unfailingly polite. Not fake polite, or "I have to be nice to you because I need the tip" polite. Actually polite because it is the nice thing to do.
The problem is, I'm British. And this thus triggers the same response back.
At which point, some kind of Canadian genetic or societal reaction kicks in on their part, and they try to be EVEN MORE polite.
Which then triggers me to subconsciously double-down on my Britishness and try and out-polite them.