Dear Lordco, it’s me Christina

Lordco’s warehouse on 2nd Avenue and J’s apartment on Scotia Street face one another. For six years they’ve routinely started business before 7am, sometimes as early as 6:20. When the windows are open it sounds like the truck is pulling into J’s apartment and the forklift is dropping skids of car parts onto his sofa. Not a fun way to start the day. The last straw was the day I went out there in my pjs, hair a mess and pillow marks still on my face. All the forklift guy could say was, “sorry” as he backed the blessed forklift out of the warehouse and started his insanely early workday.

We complained to the City and we got results. It’s been three glorious weeks of quiet in the wee hours. Take that Lordco.

Seriously though, the gist of this letter was… Thank you so much for agreeing to work with the City and hold off starting your workday until 7am. Please know you have some very happy and well-rested neighbours nearby who are more inclined to shop at Lordco now when the need for car parts arises.

The moral of the story is: you don’t get it if you don’t ask for it. We should’ve asked years ago. Think of all that beauty sleep we missed out on. 😦