My name is Geoff, and I have the gum disease “Djibouti Hurt.” I also have Diabetes. Let’s see if I die, and if I wanted to do so!
I have reached critical mush, as a consumer. I went out in search of a pedometer.
The Sony store didn’t have them, so they sent me to either the flashy electronics hovel, which did not have them, or Brookstone, which had one model, approximately $40.00 in price, two boxes left, both boxes showed signs of being torn open and taped shut.
I am done with taped-shut boxery, thank you very much, previous consumer who always fails to include the suction cups when he or she is finished breaking whatever device I was dumb enough to purchase. I left Brookstone, slightly concerned that my wife might be looking to leave me for a calf massaging leather chair.
The chair did not massage baby cows. I want that to be clear.
I wandered for a while, wondering if I should get some coffee, until the voice of BOH from the comments floated across my head, saying, “Do you NEED to drink coffee?”
I guess I don’t. Hey! Finishline Sports! They’ll have stuff.
Oooh! Right there in that tall case! Standing in the middle of the store! I see things that may in fact be pedometers! Let me reach inside!
I cannot!
There is glass, blocking me. I would slide the glass aside, but there is a latch. I would release the latch, but it is locked. I would unlock the lock, but I have no key. I would ask for assistance from one of the three employees standing around talking, but they are all doing their best to avoid looking at me.
No customers, just chatting.
I walk over, “Excuse me, could I get an adult to come with me so I can look at the $20-$30 merchandise inside that case?”
“Just a sec.”
Becomes a minute. I am tired. My kid is tired of me looking tired, because that lames up her day. My wife is tired of hearing my conspiracy theories as to why a case containing $30 worth of shit is locked, but the $139 dollar shoes are on display all day.
If only I had been there to buy merchandise approved by the NBA, I might have been worthy of a glance.
I leave.
I have a policy of not putting up with shitty service. If a place is just not getting it done, I walk.
I am getting a lot of walking done lately. I am walking from restaurants, car mechanics, pet stores, grocery stores, and pediatrician’s offices.
Sure wish I had a pedometer to record all that walking.
I am on my way to Best Buy. I am ever hopeful of a positive outcome.
I really need to find a way to deal with my anger. I am like a defective electron, shooting from atom to atom, always screwing up the balance and being unhappy with the outcome.
Maybe I need to get some monkey pants on my head.
Update – It seems my Best Buy is installing a new Fitness Section, which, for some reason, means they have no pedometers. They do have 200-500 dollar Garmin gps thingymajiggers, but I wanted to walk for fitness, not to replace the car I had to sell to afford the step counter.
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