Follow up on Winners

I finally received an answer from the customer service of Winners last Wed. They asked me about the size and colour of the scarf and the store which sells that stupid Arabic Scarf, the one that is worn by young boys and girls. It was more popular in Cologne but I didn’t ask any of them but here, where I live, I go all the way to the bottom and will fix this. I just don’t want to cause any tension between me and the people that may offer a kind of service to me later.
The young pretty girl whom was seen by me wearing the scarf works in a nice little hair salon which I would like to go for my haircut ever since I found it good, although it’s expensive. So I gave the customer service lady a bit of information and send her 2 photos. But what I also did is I contacted the Liberal Party office in southern Calgary and asked them about the MP for that area and said that there was an issue which should be discussed with him/her. I don’t know if they do anything so I decided to follow the situation also from other sources.
I’m also going to contact several newspapers including The National Post which is anti-Muslim and anti-Arab and will take photos of people who are wearing the stupid scarf and send them to the media. I will do anything to kick these motherfucker Arabs’ asses the people who ruined our reputation all around the globe.

(Photo: This picture shows a bunch of Arab terrorists before beheading a prisoner. The scarf they all are wearing is exactly the one that young girls and boys wear proudly put on here, stupid asses! Not to mention that Americans' behavior all these years has led Arabs to this brutal kind of act)

Winners Is A Looser

I went to a small but expensive hair salon today to get a haircut and I saw a girl with an Arabian Scarf around her neck. She was gorgeous: Blond hair, petite, brilliant white smooth skin, beautiful legs and in one word super hot. I asked her, after I was done with the haircut, if she knew what that scarf means? She said that she didn’t know. I said what it was and asked when she got it. She said that she had gotten it from Winners. I asked if she liked it. She said she loved it.
Then, in the evening, I e-mailed this to Winners:

I was just was informed that Winners has recently started distributing a kind of scarf which is popular among Arab terrorists and their supporters in Al-Qaeda nations and so on. As this act is a kind of support of those brutal barbarian behaviours, I would like to ask the management about his purpose. Regardless of that I will follow this case through the authorities in Government of Canada.

I will wait for their reaction and decide what to do after that.

Stupid and Coward (2)

I said about how this capitalist society has turned me to a conservative who barely takes a risk. I also said that because of the jobs I have had so far, I either have no time to study after work or so tired to open a book. So I might be a complete idiot if I do nothing soon.
But the real stupid and coward is A. J. Regardless of all the stories I’ve narrated so far which tell how big of asshole he is, this one is worth saying. It was me and he ready to drive to Lower Mainland and he said that he would drive because I drive not fast enough. He was driving like crazy, saying the van goes as smooth and fast as a sedan! An E-250 Ford Cargo Van in a mountainous road like Sea to Sky Highway was being driven as a sedan by a maniac! Anyway we got to our destination, we did what we wanted to do and we headed back to Squamish.
We bought two head sheep and two dinners to go and I was just about to live West Vancouver where the Service Engine Soon light came up! A. J. didn’t react as usual, didn’t yell or complained. He, for sure, knew that it was his fault. So we switched and he tried to find out what the problem is! He was driving slowly and carefully and was talking to himself: Oil pressure is fine, there’s nothing wrong with the run, just that unusual noise which started when ... [his son] drove it that day. The vehicle is fine! But after all he was afraid to speed. That’s now a good excuse for me as he always nags about the way I drive. He complains I drive too slowly.
The other thing that happened and shows his weakness is we drove to one of his properties after we did our purchase and neighbours told him that the guy was just arrested a few days ago! He started worrying and said Oh! What are we goin’ to do? I don’t know what to say if the cops come over. I don’t want to deal with the police and that stupid chattering! I told him that he shouldn’t have to be worried. I said: Just tell the cops that you don’t know him and haven’t seen him before. Tell them that the tenant is Lana and that’s whom he knows. Obviously the cops never came but he’s so stupid and coward that losses his confidence soon. Idiot!

Horrible, not Holy Matrimony

Immigrants and refugees are fucked here in this part of the world in any possible way, almost every day. Marriage is one of the most challenging efforts they make in their bumpy path of their life. Unlike Canadians, most of the foreigners, for example Iranians, Punjabis, Chinese, Koreans, Afghans and others would like to marry and have their own family.
You probably have heard lots of stories of fallen marriages and the girls who come to this part of the world as a spouse and leave their husband shortly after and go their own way. This one, the story of S. J.’s marriage is quite interesting and worth reading:
First of all I would like to introduce S. J. to you: He’s a nice guy in his mid 40s. I met with him first time in front of the Embassy of Canada in Tehran and that was probably 8 years ago. I noticed his accent and I asked how everything was in Esfahan. He thought at the beginning that he knew me from somewhere and surprisingly he gave me his number which is way far from the people of Esfahan, they are usually not that friendly! Then years passed and in 2003 I saw him using a spade on one of A. J.’s job-sites. He’s a graduate of Gardening or some program like that. Then again years passed and last year I asked A. J. about him. I was told by him that S. J. is in the school and also married, waiting for two exciting things: Graduation and stepping in the world of employment and then marriage and enjoying a family. That was good news until when I got back to Canada and was sitting with A. J. in his office. He made a phone call to him and this is the body of the story now, if you consider what I just said the introduction:
The girl once calls S. J. and says that she needs money for her goodbye party, some $5000! He asks if she had received her visa. The answer is No. He asks why she needs that much and the answer is obviously the nature of the things she would do, a party once in a life. S. J. explains his financial situation and insists that she should understand. Then she adds that she might not live with him when she’s there. She says that she would live as a roommate with him for a while and then decides what to do! S. J. is taken aback and embarrassed while at the same time still knows nothing about her visa issuance. He calls the embassy and tells them that he is no more his sponsor. They tell him that she had already received her visa! But they add that they would flag her visa so she won't be able to fly to Canada. She lands in Vancouver International Airport in a few days despite that but CIC guys in there take her passport and tell her that she has a period of 3 months, I guess, to stay but I don’t know why they let her in! She stays with a relative whom is not known to S. J. and is in touch with him through the phone. S. J.’s friends warn him of going to that place because of possible charges which could be laid against him, for example sexual assault, harassment or rape! He stays away from her until the day she asks him to visit her in a park. They get together and in the meeting the girl bursts in to tears and says that she’s misled, not clear by whom! Yes a 36 year old woman is tricked and has done what you just read to an innocent man who’s officially her husband!
Anyway S. J. suggests that he would move out of Canada and would live with her for as long as necessary and let her decide if she would like to live with him but she rejects. Again, surprisingly the girl who has already consulted an immigration lawyer and has been told that claiming as a refugee is the only way that she would be able to stay in Canada, leaves the country! Thousands of people come to this country every year and make up stories for CIC and stay. I just don’t understand why she didn’t!
Anyways she returns to Iran and gets in touch with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Ministry of Justice! She claims that she was taken to a S. J.’s friend house during her visit to Canada and asks for her daily expenses which must be paid by S. J. as a husband, a matrimony instalment. She also asks for half of her marriage deposit, some stupid kind of money that women are entitled to receive as soon as they are married in some traditional cultures, some $200,000!
S. J. now is applying for a line of credit to be able to pay his debt off! I heard this part when I was driving back from Squmish last Sun. A. J. was sitting beside me on the phone. I told A. J. to tell him to hire a lawyer so he can track down what they do which makes him ready and prepare to react upon.
So that was quite a story. I will follow up and post if anything new comes up.

Stupid and Coward

I think I’m becoming more stupid and also coward day after day! I don’t see that Tough Guy inside of me that often. I, at times, am the same person I used to be a few years ago but I’ve lost my confidence. That’s because this fucking Capitalist society has kicked my ass badly a few times. I can’t risk anymore while I have too or I’ll be fucked forever. I have a little plan to go to Kitchener, ON. and start my M. Sc. in University of Waterloo but I have to plan for it in detail and be extremely cautious.
But why this idea of being dumb and becoming more afraid of everything hit me is I spent last night in A. J. so do I tonight and in the evening he asked me to drive to the east when we got to Lougheed Highway. He was on the phone with a relative. I, soon, passed Shawnessy and then crossed the little bridge and then found myself in the way to Maple Ridge. That was the exact same road I took a few days ago when was driving Hodani to a hotel and you have the story in the previous post. I thought that he had found what I have done and is going to take me there to show me to the for example the receptionist to prove that he knows where I leave and breath! What a stupid idea! We went just to Costco to by trees for the house. Then we finished the trees today and on our way back to his place he put the radio on and turned it up! Something that had never happened before! He obviously saw the room that Hodani spent a few nights in and asked me where my friend is from. I told him that he was from Pitt Meadows and spent his time with me only last Sat. and Sun. I thought he was trying to put all the pieces he had in his mind together: My friend spending a night in my place, 5 L. Heiniken beer empty drum and the 2 left cans and Me being late that night and lost in Surrey (He asked me if I have any problem seeing at night and I said that my vision is perfect, which is not and he said why then I was lost in Surrey and I said that I missed my exit and couldn’t find my way back). But finally he didn’t say anything because he concluded that nothing special had happened and we went back to our normal conversation or better to say I tried to turn it back that way because he made a couple of phone calls to his family and got busy with them.
So my future is heavily depends on this job which in it I have to work for an idiot, A. J. If I survive after 2 or 3 years, then I can do something to get closer to a stable life.

All Around Greater Vancouver in One Day

Hodani called me almost a week ago and said that he was going to B. C. to spend a week or more with me. I didn’t say No while I could. He booked his ticket online through a friend of him and landed in Vancouver International Airport at about 17:25, last Wed.
I had told him to give me a call when he lands, so I could pick him up. I got a document from a landscaping company in North Vancouver and then headed to a food store to buy a few things for A. J. My telephone rang before I step in the store. That was Hodani. He was in the airport. I didn’t know what to do. I faced a dilemma:

If I go to the airport to pick Hodani up, what would happen to A. J.?
If I go to the next store, and then A. J.’s and then Surrey, wouldn’t it be late for Hodani?

I eventually decided to buy the grocery for A. J. and leave Hodani in the airport. I drove as fast as I could in Highway Number 1 and got to Coquitlam. I spent an hour or two and then a guest of him, S. J. who I know from before arrived! Damn it was almost 08:30 PM! Hodani called me every 45 min. or so and he was so mad! I told A. J. that had been the plumber whom I was supposed to meet, the last time Hodani called and left for the airport! I didn’t really fucking know how to get to the damn airport and Hodani kept calling saying that he would go back to Calgary! I knew he’s an asshole and don’t know where to go so just talked him down. I went to New Westminster and then by asking a few people finally got to the airport at about 10:30 or 11:00 PM, I guess. I first parked in the main exit of arrivals and because it was illegal to park, had to drive and go to the other exit and that was where I found him, luckily! He hopped in and then I drove to Surrey through Highway Number 1 again. You imagine what would happen to you if you had to wait in the airport to be lifted from 05:30 PM to 10:30 PM!
Then in Surrey I was supposed to take 152 St. And I missed the damn exit and went all the way to where there were only companies and no one was around. I guess I was getting close to the US border! That’s what the signs were saying! I eventually met a security guide who told me how to get to that street but I missed the exit again and crossed Fraser River on Portman Bridge! This time I made a loop and went back to Surrey, taking Highway Number 1 again. It was almost 12:00 AM when I got to the plumbers house and he and his family were all asleep! I found the papers I needed in the mailbox and returned to the Highway to go back to Squamish. A. J. called and said that he was worried. I told him that I missed my exist and also told him that I was in Burnaby on my way home. He got angry and asked me to return! I didn’t know what the fuck to do because Hodani was sitting next to me and obviously I couldn’t tell A. J. that all this being late was because of him. ... Well not all! I can’t blame him for missing my exit. Anyway we stopped in a plaza to ask someone where we could find a hotel! Hodani was furious he said that he didn’t want to pay for a room and I suggested him to spend the night in a Tim Horton’s! He said that he was too tired and needed to lay down. I went to a Starbucks it was I guess and it was apparently closed to ask the girls where to find a hotel. They wrote down an address on a tissue and passed through the gap between the doors!
I drove toward the hotel which was in the way to Maple Ridge. Hodani got extremely mad as soon as we saw the hotel’s sign! That was a BestWestern! He shouted that it was very expensive, probably $300 but I talked him down again. Time was running out but unfortunately there was no room available! The man at the receptions who was Persian guided us to another hotel almost 10 more minutes away from where we were. That was where Hodani could finally spent the night by paying almost $110! I drove back to Coquitlam as fast as I could. It was 01:30 AM when I got there! I explained to A. J. how unfamiliar I was with the neighbourhood and told him that I got lost. We then went to bed but I couldn’t sleep because was thinking if something comes up and I would be busy tomorrow, Hodani would have been to the hotel for another night or if ...
Let’s forget it!

(Photo: This map shows the greater Vancouver and the route I took that day from West Vancouver to Coquitlam. What a trip!)

The Troublemaker's still Causing Trouble!

I went to the fucking Tim Horton’s in the town in the evening of Sun. for a cup of coffee and I had my last paper cup with a donut win! I’m talking about roll up the rim to win contest. I got in and after a few sec. In the line found me in front of the counter where a teenage girl asked me what I would have liked.
This is almost what happened between us:

Me (M): I’d like my navigation system here

The girl (G): l can’t touch that (the cup was squeezed and looked like it was picked up from the street!)

M: I was joking it's just a doughnut but why not?

G: Sanitary reasons.

M: Last time I was here the other girl did it.

G: She wasn’t supposed to do that.

M: That’s what you have to do. So do it! It was not in the garbage.

G: Oh my God! (She takes it, ripped the rim and threw the cup into the trash bin)

One woman steps in and says that they don’t have to serve me! She takes the cup out of the bin and put it on the counter! The girl asked the next one in the line to be served. The woman says something about calling the police and I say I want to talk to the store manager! The other girl at the other counter says that she is the manager. I ask how I know that and she says she got the keys! Obviously they are all bunch of stupid kids and retarded women who cannot answer back when I talk to them although I’m talking their language! They notice that and they are upset and beside the way I talked to the first girl, as I said was really harsh. So they kicked me out! When the woman asked me to leave or wait for the cops, I knew she wouldn’t call them because she didn’t have anything to tell them but I simply said I would be waiting for them outside and left! What would be the fucking charge? I knew when the cops come they would be at their side because they were Caucasian and also all women and I’d be in trouble, probably with a public disturbance charge or harassment or some other shit like that. Besides it's a small town and you make a scene and everyone knows about that and you'll have to fucking leave. I'm waiting for the project to start and that will be almost a year. So I got the fuck out of there!

I wrote a letter to their customer service today and complained. Let's see if get any answer from them or not.