Nothing can make a person “love money more than things” quicker than strolling a Kelowna mall. Feel completely sickened and repulsed by the superfluous junk, all brightly lit, packaged, and bedazzled with a horrendous ignorant excess. And this is normal. Wait for the loud and masochistic orgy of Christmas splurging, as so many people spend lavishly and painfully beyond their means in a well-intentioned corruption of love.
Kelowna isn’t designed for the foot traveller. All the stores and businesses are large, spread apart, and serviced by gigantic parking lots, all built for a culture of drivers. The entire city’s design assumes that everyone has a vehicle to go from store to store in. It’s always been a horrendous town to hitchhike through, but have I ever put a lot of miles on my feet this time. I feel like an anomaly, unusual because I’m on foot. In places, there aren’t even sidewalks. Plus people aren’t looking for pedestrians, and since I’m big on jaywalking, I have to be careful. Ironically, I’m here to become a driver. I haven’t owned a car in a while, and I’m here to pick up my dream truck, not without a few palpitations and some second guessing.
I hitchhiked here this morning. Quote of the day, on the way: “The last chick I picked up hitchhiking smelled really bad. I really can’t say the same about you…. ….why are you laughing so hard?”