She told me the price was $149 for the two. Now, that didn't sound much like 90% off (did they really start at over $1000?!), but I liked them enough to let that slide. £80 seemed reasonable for something that nice. But then she claimed that someone else - a "collector" - wanted to buy the bookends & had placed a $10 deposit. However, she could ring them to cancel the order if I was ready to buy today. She didn't have another set, that was the only one. I believe this was supposed to be some sort of emotional blackmail - buy now or forever lose your chance! But to me, with only two bookends available, the fair idea was to split them up - I could have one and the other person could have the other. I suggested she rang the other person to ask if that would be ok, and offered her $100 for one. She wouldn't even consider it. This made it clear that she was messing me around - the fact she wouldn't ring the other person in front of me. So I bought a couple of much cheaper things and walked out.
The extortionate prices were confirmed when I went into a tacky tourist shop a few doors down and found items of similar artistic talent for much less - two wolves engraved into a piece of rock for $21.99. Maybe it wasn't an omg limited edition by some expensive collectables company, but I don't really care about that.
Then I went to a gaming & comic shop called Hairy Tarantula. Here, I could have spent several hundred pounds & bought half the store, but instead limited my purchases to another copy of Eco Fluxx for
otterylexa, a card game called Attack of the Killer Bunnies which has judiff written all over it, & a present for Peter (gerwinium).Then I visited the American Apparel shop and bought some pairs of very shiny leggings. (I bought pink and purple plain jersey leggings, black satin,
these shiny silver leggings, and these ones in purple, which isn't available on the UK site.) They didn't have everything I wanted in my size, but now that I know how the sizing works I can order the rest from their website.
Finally I went in the H&M in the Eaton Centre, but there was a humungous queue for the changing room and by that stage, I was all shopped out. So I got the streetcar a few stops east so I could meet
futabachan & Amanda for dinner at Spring Rolls - a restaurant I'd chosen based on the fact it was advertising a "new vegan menu" in the Toronto Vegetarian guide while still offering lots of meaty & fishy dishes for omnivores. The beancurd and asparagus was exquisite (an interesting blend of flavours - spicy and tasty without being chilli burny hot), and apparently the others' food was excellent too. 
