... this might be a quick one, or Physics revision might drive me to despair and I'll return to add more. Either way, here we go:
Following the Speaker Saga yesterday (which, as sagas go, is better than Twilight), I have come to the shattering conclusion that I do not like Electronics Stores.
Well, that's not strictly true. I like skipping around the aisles, looking at camcorders that record in HD and Blu-Whale and 2D and all those exciting things, and I like looking at laptops and wishing I could afford a MacBook (but not the 'Air', because if you're just buying air it doesn't seem like good value for money. But that's just my opinion). I adore opening and closing the fridges to see if they work, and they never seem to, and I like getting caught up in television shows that you can't hear the audio, and if you can hear some sort of audio it's for the wrong show you want to watch. Then you get fixated and people walk into you, and you probably look awfully silly to other bystanders, who have not yet reached the televisions and are still opening and closing fridges to check no-one is inside.
So, I DO like Electronics Stores.
Until, that is... you want to buy something.
It doesn't matter if you have all the money in the world, we, as customers, seem intent on pretending we don't want to buy the product - which of course we do, else we wouldn't have wasted our Saturday afternoons going to the damned shop - in a shameless yet excruciatingly embarrassing attempt at a discount. And then we're too scared to ask; yes, £39394834893493489328 may be too much for a memory stick, but it is 2839809384093GB and it does open in an amusing way, so it must be alright.
And then, of course, you have to pretend you know the difference between the specs the Someone-Who-Looks-Like-They-Work-There-But-Might-Just-Be-Another-Grumpy-Spotty-Teenager has told you about, even though really you just want one that works and maybe has a remote control. And you have to act like you CARE about these things as well, not just whether it would fit in your lounge/bedroom/kitchen and look alright next to the piece of tat they sold you last year during the bloody January sales.
Then, one of the most awkward points in existence - the final crux of it. Do you want to buy the product or not? How do you shrug the over-eager Someone-Who-looks-Like-They-Work-There-But-Might-Just-Be-Another-Grumpy-Spotty-Teenager (and yes I did re-write that, bloody thing wouldn't let me copy+paste) off onto his merry, spotty way and leave, without letting him realise you'll only eBay it later or - even worse - buy it at the OTHER Electronics Store across town?!
And if you do decide to buy it, you have to cope with the "Well would you like insurance with that? No... it will cover blahblahblahblah for two hours after leaving the store, at only £2030239203920? No, well... if you're sure?.... Yes, good choice madam, I'll add that amount to your purchase."
All this I endured on Sunday. Only to find, as discussed below, that my purchase DIDN'T BLOODY WORK.
Well today... I had to return to the store, to get it fixed. None of the above embarrassment was endured, but this time fresh, new cringes were added to the mix. Thoughts entered my head such as "Does he really know what he is doing? Did he really just ask me where the plug went? Is he giving me a new set of speakers, or did he just swap the box and is re-giving me my old one?"
YES MUM, ALRIGHT! I AM REVISING.
Today I overcame a multitude of downfalls in an attempt to get a working set of speakers. This blog has been cut short, but my delight has not, as katiesawfulmusic.fm has returned in working order ;)
Goodnight and God/Allah/Buddha Bless...
Katiee x
You loser.
ReplyDeleteSaying that, I spent my weekend walking to school with a fat Labrador - on A SUNDAY.