Metrotown

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I went to a shopping mall today called Metrotown.

Actually, its official name is Metropolis at Metrotown and it boasts over 450 shops and services and bills itself as the largest mall in British Columbia.

While I don’t consider a trip to a shopping mall all that exciting, it’s what I felt during my visit that made me want to tickle the old keyboard.

When I had enrolled at BCIT (British Columbia Institute of Technology) as a full-time student, I had rented an apartment across the street from Metrotown.

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At the time, the mall played a pivotal role in my life not just because of its proximity to my home, transit and school, but because of poignant memories that I can still derive from walking-by certain merchants that I had patronized all those years ago (some of whom are still there to this day).

While I’m sure the folks at Kwik Images & Metrotown Postal don’t know me from Adam, I will never forget using their services to send out my demo reels to prospective employers, hoping that one of them would say, “Yes”. And indeed, one of them did! After casting my net time and time again through Kwik Images & Metrotown Postal, I finally caught my catch in the form of a facsimile offering me a new job and a chance to start a new adventure in a different part of Canada.

But that adventure was made possible thanks in part to my employment at Rogers Wireless (who have been a tenant at the mall for over a decade).

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With their logo affixed on top of one of the looming office towers, its sight brings me back to a time when my productivity (and value) as a proletariat were measured and assessed by metrics such as the duration of my service calls and the number of sales I could acquire per shift.

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I am also reminded of a time when I sought comfort and camaraderie amongst my team-mates as we battled the hordes of “zombies” that would invade our phone lines every shift. And while I was fortunate enough to move on to a different career path after my stint with the “Walking Dead”, some of my former colleagues chose to stay on and a chance encounter in the food court nearly a decade later proved to me that some folks make better "zombie slayers" than others.

Gawd Bless Em’!

If there is one thing that I have learned thus far, it is that nostalgia isn’t limited to just photographs and keepsakes. A whiff of cologne or even a visit to a shopping mall can unleash a flurry of memories that may have been buried like an ancient artefact – only to be unearthed by a sensory synapse.

Like item #12 at Kim Bo Ting!

Still cooking up my favourite dish after all these years, you will find Kim Bo Ting in the food court next to Tim Hortons. As a frequent customer back in my college days, the staff at the time knew my order from memory and would always greet me with a warm smile. Even though they have all since moved on, item # 12 can still be found on the menu and the recipe hasn't changed at all. So if you're ever in the neighbourhood, stop by Kim Bo Ting in the food court and you may find me there as well:

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Eating my Korean Udon noodles and reminiscing of a time long since past.