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OK, so I finally break down and decide to get me a new keyboard for my 'putter. I go to Wally World's website and see that they have Brand X wireless keyboard/mouse package on sale and that they are in stock at my local store. Since I have to go out anyway, I decide to stop on my way back and pick one up.
I got to the store about two hours ago, about midnight, my time, and walk to electronics. On my trusty piece of paper is the make and item number of the set I want (I use the trusty paper because my memory is no longer trustworthy.
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Anyway, I go to the aisle with all of the other (or so I thought at the time) keyboards they have and cannot find the one I want. Looking around I can't find anyone of the blue-vested workers so I walk to the checkout and wait...and wait...and wait some more. I realize that five to seven minutes is not a long time, but you would figure that you might see someone who works there doing something.
I decide to go back and check again because it is entirely possible I didn't see it the first time or the way that customers tear through most stores it might have been moved to a space for a different product, etc. I couldn't get to the area that I wanted because some lady was blocking the narrow entrance to where I needed to go, so I decided to go around and come in the back door, so to speak.
Then I spotted them. Not one, not two or even three blue-vested workers, but a flock of four of them, all huddled around the playable game systems, tearing up some screaming unidentifiable song on Guitar Hero 2.
Now, giving the benefit of the doubt, thinking the guys might all be on break, I walk over to them and ask one of the blue-vested spectators if he could tell me where the person working electronics might be. Then, not even turning to see who was talking to him, spectator-boy said. "Dude's playin' da game and he's killin' it! Give him a bit, will ya?"
Alllllllrighty then.
I now have two options that I thought of at the time. 1. Get all nasty on his ass, scream and yell and demand service, or 2. (the option I chose) walk around them, reach over and turn off the game system.
The Hero says, "What the Fu..?" and the whole flock looks at me. I explained to him that he should be glad that a customer turned it off, because if I had been his supervisor, he would most likely be heading out the door with his sphincter clogged with his supervisor's footwear. He seemed to understand, or at least the hostility left his face. The spectators slowly turned and walked away.
As it turns out, the keyboard/mouse I was looking for was on display just outside the Electronics Department on an end cap with other sale items.
I got to the store about two hours ago, about midnight, my time, and walk to electronics. On my trusty piece of paper is the make and item number of the set I want (I use the trusty paper because my memory is no longer trustworthy.
)Anyway, I go to the aisle with all of the other (or so I thought at the time) keyboards they have and cannot find the one I want. Looking around I can't find anyone of the blue-vested workers so I walk to the checkout and wait...and wait...and wait some more. I realize that five to seven minutes is not a long time, but you would figure that you might see someone who works there doing something.
I decide to go back and check again because it is entirely possible I didn't see it the first time or the way that customers tear through most stores it might have been moved to a space for a different product, etc. I couldn't get to the area that I wanted because some lady was blocking the narrow entrance to where I needed to go, so I decided to go around and come in the back door, so to speak.
Then I spotted them. Not one, not two or even three blue-vested workers, but a flock of four of them, all huddled around the playable game systems, tearing up some screaming unidentifiable song on Guitar Hero 2.
Now, giving the benefit of the doubt, thinking the guys might all be on break, I walk over to them and ask one of the blue-vested spectators if he could tell me where the person working electronics might be. Then, not even turning to see who was talking to him, spectator-boy said. "Dude's playin' da game and he's killin' it! Give him a bit, will ya?"
Alllllllrighty then.I now have two options that I thought of at the time. 1. Get all nasty on his ass, scream and yell and demand service, or 2. (the option I chose) walk around them, reach over and turn off the game system.
The Hero says, "What the Fu..?" and the whole flock looks at me. I explained to him that he should be glad that a customer turned it off, because if I had been his supervisor, he would most likely be heading out the door with his sphincter clogged with his supervisor's footwear. He seemed to understand, or at least the hostility left his face. The spectators slowly turned and walked away.
As it turns out, the keyboard/mouse I was looking for was on display just outside the Electronics Department on an end cap with other sale items.
, bigjimaz is, well, somewhat of a big guy... I imagine he's a bit more intimidating than I would be...
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