The signs say it all. Again and again.
Zellers is closing… Walmart is coming to town.
Now, we shouldn’t fall into the cliche trap of railing against the corporate takeovers of the little guy. Walter P. Zeller himself took over his fair share of little guys… and was subsumed and regurgitated by other retailers in turn, as I learned from today’s bout of riveting internet research.
It’s all par for the course. Zellers, Hudson Bay Company, Woodwards, Fields, K-Mart… with such a happy host of cannibalistic retailers, who needs zombies? (Zombies and Zellers both start with a “Z”, you see, so I’m kind of reaching for something there, not sure what…)
The bones are gnawed clean, save for a few sad items with self-conscious expressions reminiscent of the kid who gets picked last for the team on the playground. The cork-remover-tool kid, you’ll be the last, and the little leatherette heeled boot girl, sorry you’re just not very popular. Boys, 60% off (a new low for all us boys, but hey these are desperate times).
As we, the bottom feeding scavengers, pick the carcass the clean, the space is revealed in all its fluorescent lit glory. Red and Green and Yellow like Ketchup and Pickles and Mustard, all sold in 5 gallon jugs at a Box store near you…