Let me begin by saying I HATE TO SHOP....period....FOR REAL!!!!! There is NOTHING ....and I do mean NOTHING that I enjoy about shopping. So having said that, I have a little experience that I would like to share to give you a visual of why I believe shopping was invented by the DEVIL!!!!
Since it IS December 17, I thought it might be a good idea to begin my Christmas shopping. I am not kidding....at this moment there is NARY a present under our Christmas tree. So I got out the ole IPad and began searching for present #1. My son wants a laptop so I looked and found a great deal. I tried to buy it on the Internet but it said I had to go into the store in order to get the killer deal. Now, mind you....remember this bit of info because it is a VERY IMPORTANT bit to the overall story....the web site said they had them IN STOCK at the store in Tiger Town!
So, I draged myself out of the comfy chair and drove all the way to store. I will not tell you the name but it does rhyme with "Sest Sigh".......Anywho, I found a parking spot about a mile and 1/2 away from the store and went in.
As I entered the store, I did feel a rush because it IS a store filled with the latest gadgets and technology after all. But, sadly that feeling didn't last long because there were soooo many people in the store that there was a lack of oxygen. I was on a mission....I knew exactly what I wanted so I went straight to the laptops. All the sales people were busy so I waited and waited and waited. As I waited, one of the guys was telling the sales associate that he was looking for a laptop for NEXT December....REALLY???? A whole year away.....and you are asking EVERY question you can possibly think of ??? Do you NOT understand that by NEXT December the new technology will probably something soooo different that they won't even be making laptops???
2 hours later(ok really it was 15 minutes later BUT it FELT like 2 hours) the conversation was finally over and it was my turn!!!! So I ask the 14ish year-old sales associate where the great deal computer was. He showed me one that was $100 more than my great deal. I told it that was not it and he said "You got it wrong lady...this must be it".
me:" No, it's not it...the web site said you had some in stock.... could you check with someone?"
Boy: " I guess..." so he called someone "they said we probably had some but they are up way high on the tip top shelf. So I can I help you with something else?"
The look on my face must have said it all because he said " uhhhh, do you want me to look for it?" I quickly said yes and bit my lip so I would not say what I was thinking.
So he stood there and just looked at me. OMG....I thought I was about to hyperventilate (and not because the lack of oxygen). Finally I said " is there a secret code word that I should use In order for you to start the search?"
He just stared at me processing what I said. " Let me rephrase.....what are you waiting for?" I asked.
Boy: " I need the stock number....can you go home and get it? Just find me when you come back."
It gets a little fuzzy here because I was soooo mad ( and the lack of oxygen was getting to me).
Me: "Call me crazy, but can't you look it up on one of the 8 million computers you have floating around the store?"
Boy: " ohhhh...right..." so he did. The computer said there was still some in stock...he looked like he wanted to cry.
So he went and got the rolling stairs and dragged them to the tip top shelf. It took him FOREVER! At this point I began telling myself that my kids are already spoiled and do they really need Christmas presents this year??? After all, they have a roof over their head and food to eat....
So he finally "checked" the 7 computers on the tip top shelf and said they had none. He said that people in line must have them. REALLY???? At this point I was about to blow a gasket. It was no longer about the laptop it was became the "principal of the thing". SO, I walked past all 300ish people in line and checked to see if any of them were holding the coveted laptop. NOT one single person was holding said laptop.
Now....at this point I know I should have just let it go and walk the 1.5 miles to my car and gone home but nooooo....as I said I was on a mission. I found the 14ish SA and told him of my findings. He looked at me and said he had nothing. Seriously, that's the best you got after this 45 minute ordeal???? I asked him if there was someone I could speak with so they could put my name on a list in case they magically appeared. He said wait here.....and he never came back!
The point of this post is that shopping is a Satanic ritual that was meant to punish all humans.....btw...still no presents under the tree.....until next time :)
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