What should be a simple purchase
Today at lunchtime I went to buy a DVD, not a hard task, I knew what I was looking for and, I (wrongly) thought I would be in and out. It is school holidays and every child known to man is hanging out in the shop I want to go to – doesn’t matter which shop, they are there. I wouldn’t want to give the impression that I don’t like kids, I am just as happy as your every day average Joe to stand next to the mother who is ignoring her crying child in the supermarket line.
But back to the story, I am filled with hope that this time the sales assistant will know the movie I ask for and take me straight to it. Or for an even more amazing event that as I walk into the “home entertainment” section of the store, it will be looking right at me, on sale (Yippee!!) and I can pick it up, buy it and leave.
But as I walk to the DVD’s an impending feeling of doom encompasses me. I see the Sales girl – some late teen/twenty something that has a job in a department store – so you already know she’s got it going on (all I can say is for teenage boy Sales assistant is they usually know all about the Indy flicks that I am also partial to, so if you ask them if they have a particular movie they usually know what movie you’re talking about).
So I deviate to the shelves hoping to spot said flick. I scan the specials isle, well not actually a scan more like a 10 to 20 minute look under that one, move that across just in case it’s underneath there, to no avail. Ok now to the alphabetised section, what I am looking for should, I say SHOULD very loosely, be under the letter C. But of the, oh I don’t know, maybe 10 titles filed under this letter that actually begin with C, I don’t see it. I then turn to the opposite isle and catch a glance of the letter T. To my shock and horror, what do I see? The Last Samurai (haven’t seen it, don’t love the Cruise), “The” this and “The” that………. So much for the alphabet, I am never going to find what I am looking for! I glance once again toward the sales girl, looks as though this is going to be my only option. I walk over and once she finally acknowledges me, the conversation goes a lot like this:
Me: “Hi, have you got Blah?” (OK this is not actually the name of the movie – that’s not particularly relevant – and Blah start with the letter B).
Her: “Oh, I’ve never heard of it, what’s it called again?”
I must at this point put a previous response from a sales girl on a previous occasion where the above sentence stopped at the word “it”. I was in a super bad mood and answered with “So you’re telling me that because you have never heard of it, it doesn’t exist? Do you know of every movie ever made?” I think at this point I walked off, this wasn’t in my home town (wouldn’t want to get black listed) and I was beyond caring at that point.
To continue……
Me “Blah”.
Her: “Oh, you sure that’s it’s name?”
Me “Yes, I’m sure”
Her “Did you look under C?”
Me “Yes, I did.”
Her “Oh well, we mustn’t have it”.
No offer to find it, no looking at the famed computer. At this point I am quite close to strangling the girl. But as you can go to jail for this, I turn, without a thank you (this is as rude as I can make myself be in a public forum (where I may just return)) and walk away.
I think of how this happens every single time I go into this store and I berate myself for doing it over and over again.
The definition of stupidity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.
One day I will learn. To finish the story on a good note, my mum gave me an internet site to order DVD’s from that kicks ass, they have every single movie I could possibly dream of, even the “Are you sure that’s it’s name?” one.
But back to the story, I am filled with hope that this time the sales assistant will know the movie I ask for and take me straight to it. Or for an even more amazing event that as I walk into the “home entertainment” section of the store, it will be looking right at me, on sale (Yippee!!) and I can pick it up, buy it and leave.
But as I walk to the DVD’s an impending feeling of doom encompasses me. I see the Sales girl – some late teen/twenty something that has a job in a department store – so you already know she’s got it going on (all I can say is for teenage boy Sales assistant is they usually know all about the Indy flicks that I am also partial to, so if you ask them if they have a particular movie they usually know what movie you’re talking about).
So I deviate to the shelves hoping to spot said flick. I scan the specials isle, well not actually a scan more like a 10 to 20 minute look under that one, move that across just in case it’s underneath there, to no avail. Ok now to the alphabetised section, what I am looking for should, I say SHOULD very loosely, be under the letter C. But of the, oh I don’t know, maybe 10 titles filed under this letter that actually begin with C, I don’t see it. I then turn to the opposite isle and catch a glance of the letter T. To my shock and horror, what do I see? The Last Samurai (haven’t seen it, don’t love the Cruise), “The” this and “The” that………. So much for the alphabet, I am never going to find what I am looking for! I glance once again toward the sales girl, looks as though this is going to be my only option. I walk over and once she finally acknowledges me, the conversation goes a lot like this:
Me: “Hi, have you got Blah?” (OK this is not actually the name of the movie – that’s not particularly relevant – and Blah start with the letter B).
Her: “Oh, I’ve never heard of it, what’s it called again?”
I must at this point put a previous response from a sales girl on a previous occasion where the above sentence stopped at the word “it”. I was in a super bad mood and answered with “So you’re telling me that because you have never heard of it, it doesn’t exist? Do you know of every movie ever made?” I think at this point I walked off, this wasn’t in my home town (wouldn’t want to get black listed) and I was beyond caring at that point.
To continue……
Me “Blah”.
Her: “Oh, you sure that’s it’s name?”
Me “Yes, I’m sure”
Her “Did you look under C?”
Me “Yes, I did.”
Her “Oh well, we mustn’t have it”.
No offer to find it, no looking at the famed computer. At this point I am quite close to strangling the girl. But as you can go to jail for this, I turn, without a thank you (this is as rude as I can make myself be in a public forum (where I may just return)) and walk away.
I think of how this happens every single time I go into this store and I berate myself for doing it over and over again.
The definition of stupidity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.
One day I will learn. To finish the story on a good note, my mum gave me an internet site to order DVD’s from that kicks ass, they have every single movie I could possibly dream of, even the “Are you sure that’s it’s name?” one.
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