This is it folks. This is the one that started it all. 'Twas this fateful evening when three friends named Julie, Scott, & Lindsey embarked on a journey, mindlessly roaming the streets of Charlottetown, that could only be title...an outing. It started simple enough. With a mere telephone call from Scott to Lindsey produced an outing of elecrifying proportions. The feeling of "wanting to do something" always seems to hit the both of us at the same time. Then it was time to telephone our little blacksheep, Miss Julie Collins! But naturally with her new-found job as a subway gal, she was busy a-wrapping up subs. What were Lindsey and I to do?! We gathered information from Joyce and found out that Julie was only working until six. An idea was spawned to us. WHAT IF we just popped into Subway, and surprised miss Julie with our presence?! Then we could go from there. And it was set, Lindsey & I were to surprise Julie while she was working, sweep her off her feet (not literally of course) and take her out for a bite to eat.

Perhaps one of the greatest pleasures of the outing is arriving at Subway, and then seeing the smile of sheer joy & pleasure erupt on the face of Julie whenever she sees us enter the door. We announced that we were taking her out, and when she informed us that she had not brought along a change of clothes we could see the fear in her eyes of thinking that she wouldn't be able to come. Lindsey & I, however, thoroughly thought this through and we had asked Joyce to bring a change of clothes for our dearest Julie to change into, so she would not have to be seen in the mustard-stained Subway fashion trend. We had also met two of the new Subway workers this day, one being the pregnant Misti, and the old woman (who was very upset that Julie was in charge of them, seeing as how she was only 15. Go Bula!). Julie had finally finished her shift, and we called on Joyce to drive us to where our stomachs were calling.....Pizza Hut!!

We entered the facility and the sweet, succulent scent of greasy pizza had entered our system. WHat happned next was inevitable. We were seated to a booth by our waitress (the snotty Heather), and each given menues (star treatment or what). Although I couldn't help but notice they she never even once offered us crayons or a coloring page. We may look to be mature adolescents, but I'm sure everyone has their spurges when they are feeling rather artistic, n'est-ce pas? I mean...who wouldn't want to connect the dots to form an easily-noticable pizza playing baseball with a breadstick? Madness I tell you. But anyway, now came the challenge of figuring out just what were we going to eat in order to soothe the craving? Naturally with all of our jobs, price was no object. Money - what a great thing to have! Whoever thought of it was a genious. After much deliberation, we had decided on ordering a large breadsticks ("The double dip!" - quote all), a large pizza with stuffed crust (which we shall never eat again, EVER!), and our own respective beverages. While waiting for our nourishments to arrive, we were treated to the viewing of Lindsey's latest addition to her labello family, gushing grape, we had also counted all of Lindsey loose change, and Lindsey & Julie were engaging in a sultry game of footsies ("Oh Pindsey!" - quote Julie in her deep, succulent voice). We had also experienced the snottiness of Heather, the waitress, who took it upon herself to introduce herself to the camera and induct her into our memory vault. She did, however, manage to get us our food (which Lindsey performed an incentive theme song for our pizza) and the feast had begun. In general...it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. We somewhat ate our way through the endless cheese-filled crust, and when asked if we would like the rest of it boxed up, we said certainly! Then came the moment of truth....THE BILL.

The total price for a Supreme/Large stuffed crust pizza, large cheese sticks, and 3 lage drinks comes to (with $5.57 for tax) $37.02. Not knowing exactly how we were going to pay for this, the search for money began. Lindsey & Julie were getting far more shifts than I was at this time, so they no doubt had the most money (plus the fact I had just recently purchased my new video camera didn't aid the situation). Lidsey & I had scrambled bills together to pay our share of the bill, and we gave it to Julie who just payed with her card. But oh no, the fun at Pizza Hut wasn't over just yet! This is the climax-this is the unforgettable part-this...is THE TIP! Perhaps one of the most memorable tips ever to grace the Pizza Hut table, our gracious tip had featured a dollar and various change, a coupon for Dairy Queen, and hotel soap ("Well the coupon itself costs like a dollar....the soap is very unique and rare" quote Lindsey, "So really it's a five dollar value" quote Scott). Our journey to no where had now begun.

The excitement started the moment we stepped out of the Pizza Hut doors (with Lindsey of course collecting the traditional phone book page), crossing the street to Canadian Tire we were beeped by some taxi driver. Canadian Tire should really learn to NOT place objects on the ground. Such objects as, oh I dunno, the upside-down red triangle symbol of Canadian Tire. It was there...and the moment was right...sitting in that triangle, Julie & Lindsey became the Canadian Tire skanks. Viewing A & W in the near distance, we decided to pop in for a look-see. The process seemed easy enough....just cross the street right? Well, we had managed to get as far as the island in the middle of the street when all of a sudden we were harrased by speeding automobiles all around us!! They were everywhere and we feared for our lives! They had eventually passed and, as jittered as we were, we just had to make it the rest of the way. Putting on our brave faces, we raced toward the remainder of the street, fearing that another attack of speeding vehicles would dawn on us! But no, we had made it succesfully - unbruised and unbroken.

So we entered A&W for some much needed mingling time with the staff. This would be the first time we had met the staff of A&W, and it would be unforgettable. The first impression of Amy flashing the finger at the camera wasn't the most pleasing thing, then as we peered past that ill-nautured being of melancholia we saw our ol' L.M./Birchwood buddy Kyle! We had also met the others of the family - Vanessa, Melissa, Rebecca, Erin (who gave me a behind the scenes look at the cash register "That's so much more advanced than Sobeys" quote Scott), Donna (the disgruntled one "Get that thing out of my face, or I'll stomp it on the floor" quote Donna), and the superviser (no, it's not boss - it's superviser) Marlene. We first hooked up with Erin, so Lindsey could compare the puniness of her ears to Erin's. As soon as Lindsey mentioned the word "Andrew" & "kitchen" in the same sentence, the prompted me to think of, whoe else, but Cory! SO I quickly queried Erin as to whether Cory was working tonight or not, while getting a glare from Lindsey, forcing Erin to question Lindsey's "relationship" with him. While Lindsey mingled with Erin, my mind was left sole to wonder, so I had gathered a few close ups of Rebecca working drive thru, and also peered into the back to get some kitchen action ("Why isn't there any chicken, or specials #1?" quote Scott).

Lindsey had then taken off, marching toward the staff room to see if whether or not she could get Saturday off to attend a social gathering at the house of Lauren. While Lindsey was in the room of no enterance, Julie and I were left alone momentarily to enjoy the sights of A&W. Julie had examined the bathrooms ("Look, look - Papa, Mama...where do the kids go, where do the teens go?! Ahhh I can't use teh bathroom" quote Julie), and we had also attempted at getting a peek inside door number one, but it was locked. By this time, Lindsey had made her grand return and stated that know one had Saturday off - at all. Amy then came along, nad Lindsey explained her predicament that Lindsey was working 5-close on Saturday night. It was also time for world's fastes growing game show "What do you want to say about your manager that you can't say to her face"! I could view none other than Diane through the staff room window and it was time to add some dialogue. Lindsey ahd explained to us of the time whenever a customer had very inquisively asked "Why doesn't your manager wear a hair net?" and Lindsey responded "That's a very good question". We then decided to make our exit after succesfully video taping a few snippets of Derrick (the owner) off gaurd. It was time to walk through the drive thru and act like those difficult customers that we love oh so very much ("Can I have just ketchup on the baby burger?" quote Scott). So with A&W being completely ramsacked by our great presences, we found it time to spread our joy and move to McDonalds. Oh yeah, reember folks, this was during the Jeremy time of Lindsey's life.

We had first made a detour into Subway. It wasn't exactly Julie's Subway, but it was close enough. Examining the hallway leading into the bathrooms of Subway, we drew the conclusion that they were very narrow. So narrow, in fact, having three people walk side by side down the little hall could prove to be somewhat impossible. We decided to give it go, but we failed miserably. Burger King was next to get some crowns, which wilted on impact when we walked outside into the rain. When walking away, perhaps one of the more scarier moments of our lives were developped. A guy, surrounded by a group friends with a red truck had shouted something at us, we had no idea what he was saying. It was then when Lindsey had said, "What?". He replied by saying "What?" as well, and Lindsey continued by saying "Exactly". He had seemingly given up for he had tunred around, and the mouth of Lindsey told them rather politely that we were going now so they could stop talking to us. Then one of the girls in the group had rudely responded "Why don't you say that to my fucking face." But these people obviously do not know Lindsey, as she quickly followed up by saying "I don't want to look at your fucking face". It was att hat point when we thought they were getting in their truck to go after us, so we ran. Very fast. McDonalds was just over the horizon, and we could basically taste the grase staining our internal system. When we had finally arrived, Julie had decided to purchase a Sundae - complete with caramel topping and a paxkage of peanuts, which Lindsey delivered a perfect pour. Jeremy was not actually working, there was no point in us remaining there, so we took off to my home - Sobeys!

I gace them the grand tour, showing them everything from the produce section, to the pharmacy, our plant setup, and the Rand McNally maps. Checking out the cahsier section, who else was working but the delightful Janet & Janice! We continued walking past them, passing the floor buffer guy, striaght into the dairy section. Taping all the ice cream as we went, and viewing the convenience of syrup and cheese graters on hand, and then we reached the discount cart. We spent about a million freaking hours here and we saw everything from Panteen Pro-V to cheese slices to ceaser dressing ("Look, an empty bottle! $5 marked down!" quote Lindsey). Lindsey's stomach had a craving for chips, and was on the hunt for the chip aisle, but got distracted by our water dispenser in aisle one ("We're all out of water" quote Scott "Like half the world is made of water!" quote Lindsey "Well that's just how we do things here at Sobeys" quote Scott). But the agony of aisle one didn't stop there, when Lindsey saw the bean dispenser and was told she would have to actually pay for them, that did it. Aisle one was hereby condemned! So the search for chips was again underway. It wasn't that hard for her to find actually, and she saw a nice wide selection ("nice selection...very nice...too big...ok I'm tired" quote Lindsey as she strolls down byt the chips). In the end though, we decided against the chips. The whole money factor again. Benches were now the object of obsession. Benches. They could be found in the front end on the store. The first one caused a bit of distress between Julie & Lindsey. It was a metal bench, and Lindsey claimed it had a lean an dthat no one wants a lean. When Julie was questioned about hr feelings on the bench, she felt defensive and said a booming statement that she liked the lean! That she htought it was good! Whem my thoughts came into play, I just avoided the whole lean topic all together and focused mainly on the point that it was metal. A bench is supposed to be comfortable and metal just doesn't cut it. Down yonder there were more chairs for our sitting pleasure. Lindsey found safe haven in a multi-colored plastic chair, but Julie was tortured by the effects of a green striped fabriced chair. And cart 99 was there for a foot rest and everything. Awww. And then when Lindsey saw the courtesy bench, which I attempted at backing up by sayng how we oput it there for tired customers, she started with the whole money issue again. Claiming she might want to buy it, and then finding out she wouldn't actually be able to buy it in the firt place just turned her off from it completely. Not even the phone booth or ATM machine was up to her standards. But I fear our journey was jsut about at and end, and as we exited the doors ("nice and clean, never stalling!" quote Lindsey), we knew that this was an experience of rememberance.