I love this place, probably my favourite place in Windsor. My buddies keep telling me I gotta go out for a night with the boys. They all go to the casino, but I like to go to the Keg and get a big steak dinner or what have you, with all the fixings, and maybe a couple beers. Then when they get back from the casino I like to ask em "hey, what did you spend and what did you win?" They usually say like "Oh, I spent two hundred bucks, but I didn't win anything". "Oh yah?" I says. Then I tell em, "I spent sixty bucks and had the best steak dinner I had all year". It's a guaranteed win for me.

Everybody knows that these department stores like to jump the gun when it comes to special occasions. The Hallowe'en stuff comes out in late August, Christmas stuff is out by late October, Easter stuff is out by early March. I went into this Wal-Mart, and they got all kinds of stuff I wanted for my birthday - the new Big Wreck CD, Tower Heist on Blu Ray, Cuisinart mini food processor. Only problem is, my birthday isn't for another 2 months. Enough already!

Hey, you buy your car from a car dealer, you buy your pets from a pet store, and you buy your hat from a hat store. Why would you buy your jeans from a department store? Stop going to the department store for jeans that just fall apart when you get 'em home!

Hey, these guys got all kinds of jeans. Blue jeans, light blue jeans, dark blue jeans, really light blue jeans, jeans that fit you and jeans that don't fit at all. You can go in and try them all on, no big deal. If they don't fit, you don't even have to buy them, you can just say, "Hey, these jeans don't really fit", and next thing you know - you got it - a new pair of jeans to try on.

If you outgrow your jeans or put a little buddha on your belly (if ya know what I mean) you can come back into the store and - get this - they'll let you buy ANOTHER pair of jeans. Not like at those other places. Hey, you gotta be kiddin' me.

You can do anything in these jeans, whether it's hangin' around at home, going to the movies, just hanging around by yourself, or hanging around at home, all alone. Hey, whatever you gotta do, these jeans got it covered.

I went in here because somebody broke into my car and smashed out the rear windows. The guy here said he could replace it for me. Can you believe this guy? Hey, if I wanted somebody telling me what to do I woulda got a job.

My wife was looking for some stuff in here and was kind of dragging me along. I had a few squares of turkish delight in my pocket, so I crammed them all into my mouth, and I'm chewing away as we walk around the store. A lady who works there comes up and asks me, "Sir, is everything ok?" Hey, what do I look like, some kind of troublemaker? Just cuz I got a bunch of turkish delight in my mouth, doesn't mean I need you getting all up in my business! Give it a rest!

This place was built by men, for men. I go here every Saturday to do my man-duties, picking up the goods I need to fix things, whether they need to be fixed or not. They got your lumber and they got your tools, not like these other places that are all talk and no action. These guys will bend over backwards for you. If you're afraid of down and dirty, sweaty hands-on work, go elsewhere. Guys like me may be a bit rough around the edges, but we know when it's time to get greased up and skip the shop talk. When you go in here all you see is rugged men looking for tools to get the job done. These are guys who wear tight jeans made for getting down to business. I'm talkin fitted front-pocket t-shirt types of guys with hard shoulders, thick arms, strong jaws, five o' clock shadows, and eyes made of steel. The timid need not apply, because we're getting down to the nitty gritty all day and all night, whether you like it or not. Enough beating around the bush, it's time to pack it in. Go to Rona so you can get it on.

Man, I been watchin some good movies from here, pretty much can't go wrong when you rent a good one. Only problem is when you rent one that isn't good, but usually they're good. Saw a pretty good one from here recently, Ides of March, and my kid got Little Mermaid part II, guess she liked it. I hope Rogers keeps makin movies, good job Rogers.

I must admit, my family is spoiled to have such a place nearby. With a wide selection of, well, anything you could ask for, it's not uncommon for us to make at least 3 trips here per week. There is a huge selection of groceries, and thankfully also a large assortment of organics, vegetarian, gluten free, and vegan food - all of which is quite reasonably priced. I have been to other specialty stores (we are vegan), and the Superstore beats those prices by at least $2 every time. It adds up. If you're looking for pharmacy-type goods, you can find those here too. Women's, men's, and children's clothes? Check. There are also aisles and aisles of of seasonal supplies, dishes, utensils, toys and various other items. Tucked in the south-side of the store is a small, but efficient and well-stocked, electronics section. Outside the store there is a garden centre, that features a unique selection of your favourite small deciduous and coniferous trees, as well as flowers, soil, gardening supplies, you name it. In the parking lot there are also all kinds of used cars for sale, especially on Friday nights and Saturdays. There is a large quantity of cement available out front as well, and it appears to be free, however, you would require a pick-axe to crumble it up, and a large bin to collect it.

I came in here looking for a specific pair of work boots. The customer service representative (a nice young lady) was helpful, but told me the boots weren't available in my size. When I inquired as to why, she told me they were all sold out of that particular size, but that they would be re-stocked by the end of the month. I asked her who was responsible for this debacle, and she explained that decisions on the quantity of sizes ordered were made at a higher level, based on average sales country-wide, and various other factors. I had no choice but to be miserable towards her and assign her blame anyways.

I enjoy the selection of moisturizer available at this location. The only issue is I have to keep buying it or else my skin gets really dry. If I don't put any on for even two days I have a hard time sleeping, I'm just so itchy. Soon I begin to notice my hands cracking and skin flaking off. Within 5 days or so it becomes difficult to bend my joints without the skin breaking. If I go a whole week without moisturizer, it's practically unbearable. My eyes become hazy-blue, and I avoid all social conact. Then I start vigourously rubbing myself up against objects until an entire layer of skin is sloughed off.

I'd been feeling kind of down for a week, but then while surfing online I came across an interesting-looking book. I decided to go out and buy it.

Everything at Chapters was fine, actually, and I found the book without any problems. I was pretty excited, thinking this would really help me get out of the rut I'd been in the past week. I bought the book, of course, and felt pretty good about it.

A few days later, however, when I'd finished the book, I started to feel down again. I couldn't make sense of the feeling, especially since I truly enjoyed the book. It would seem that the gratification I received from purchasing this product was short-lived.

Now, I don't know if this is really Chapters' problem, or if it's a personal issue. Regardless, the fleeting sense of satisfaction I received after purchasing this item has to be addressed.

I got my 2005 Yaris fixed here, and let me just say, even though the repair work was fine, it was more expensive to get my car fixed here than it was to get it fixed at a place that wasn't the dealership. What's the deal??

The wife and I went here on a date. The portions are large for what you pay, and the food tastes great. As an added bonus, we didn't eat any hacked-up animals that night.

Eh, I had one of these pitas, and the thing didn't even fall apart. Keep up the great work, fellas.

I got a bouquet of balloons for my daughters birthday. It's a few weeks later, and the balloons are deflated, lying in a multicoloured latex heap in the corner of her room. It was all fun and good for a while, but the air just came right out of them eventually. What am I supposed to tell my daughter? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL HER??

Now listen here, I'm an 88 year old man. I went in here looking for a gift for my great grandson. He's into his arcades and whatnot. This place is full of fandangled gizmos, you wouldn't believe your eyes. I told the gentleman I was looking for some of those whaddayacallems, but he goes and shows me one of them doodads. He also tried to show me one of them dohickeys, but I didn't know how to work it. Then he showed me some other gadget, looked a lot like one of those thingamabobs. Ended up picking up one of those thingamajiggers. I hope he likes it.

I got a washer and dryer in my home, so what gives? I got no need for this place, come on! So my beef with this place is "hey, I don't need yer business takin up space". Somebody oughta put a Taco Bell in there. Absolutely ridiculous.

I went here looking for a quick bite to eat. Next thing you know I'm being ushered to a booth, with a knife, fork, and spoon, condiments all off to one side, little napkin, and now I'm sitting there. I waited 15 minutes just to get some food! Hey, if I wanted something fancy, I woulda gone to Denny's! Just gimme my chicken already!

What more can I say, this is the best grocery store in the country, hands down. Find an objective comprehensive assessment that says otherwise and I'll change my mind. Hands down, I tell ya, hands down.

I heard you get get a few bucks from these guys, and all you gotta do is pay a few bucks. Makes sense to me, so I go in and say I'm looking to get some money. "How much you lookin' for?" the lady asks. I thinks to myself, "Hey, how about a hundred bucks?" She asks me a couple questions, and next thing you know I got a hundred bucks. She says I gotta pay 'em $20 or something to get my money. Pay $20 to get $100, how can you go wrong?

My co-workers and I organized a "paintball-a-thon" for somebody's birthday. I was having a great time, running around, ducking, diving, shooting people. Then all of a sudden - WHAM! I got hit right in the thigh! It reallty hurt! What gives, Flag Raiders??! That really hurt a lot. How can you play a game when you're in PAIN? It really made me re-think this whole paintball business. I mean, what's next, "Gladiator Raiders", where we just bludgeon eachother and hack eachother up into little bits for fun?? Gimme a break.

I was surprised. I was driving by Fairview mall the other day, and noticed the Sears was still there. No way! I was sure they'd gone out of business!

I dropped in to see what was up. $80 Levis, $60 Point Zero shirts, $200 Hush Puppies, $70 Timex Ironman watches. Amazing! Sears has always been ahead of the game - you will not find prices like these anywhere else until at least 2020.

I went to this little mom and pop burger joint the other day because I like to support small local businesses. And hey, I need a bite to eat!

This place did not disappoint! The ladies behind the counter were all wearing uniforms, and the publicity material looked very up-to-date. Oh, and I better not forget, the burger was amazing, one othe best I've ever had. The burgers and fries all came in little "Harvey's" wrappers and packages. Pretty cool for a local shop!

It really got me thinking, why don't these Harvey's fellas start a franchise?

So I order a sub with some lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, peppers, jalapeno, cheese, onions, meatballs, whateva. I take my first bite and the thing starts fallin' apart! Come on, what's a guy gotta do around here to get a sub that don't fall apart??!!

I was shopping for a sleek stylish chickmobile, but let's be realistic here with the price, ok? That's why I went to this used place. I tell the guy, "hey, I'm looking for something fancy, with a bit of luxury, but I don't wanna break the bank, catch my drift?" The guy shows me a car without a roof on it.. Hey, just cuz I'm on a budget, doesn't mean I want a car without a roof on it. Gimme a break.