Originally posted by: klingsor
A nearly surreal experience for me in Denver.
All the employees there were (seemingly) loveable nerds. And there were the token 2 hot girls in this Nerdfest. "Just classic", I thought when I walked in. Perfect, there's nothing worse than going into a tech store and being hounded by someone who knows less than the product than I do. In general, folks were very knowledgeable and helpful, or just left me alone.
But when it came time to check out I handed my credit card app (for the $200 off XBox 360 deal) to one of the hotties. She was new so she gave it to her big mouth-breather of a manager. He walked around huffing and puffing with my application in hand for about 10 minutes doing 20 things at once, so I said "I'll come back in a while"
Hottie: "Ok, 15 minutes"
20 minutes later my application is on the counter, the ADD chain-wallet manager had just set my app down and gone on to other things.
"Come back in 15 minutes", he expels.
"Ready?"
"Uh, we forgot to put your application in."
"Come on, man."
"Sorry, another 15 minutes"
By this time the store is getting ready to close, I hear a constant cacophony of the employees huddling in circles and talking bad about their customers, (not the hotties by the way, it was the )and really hitting below the belt.
I go over to the PS3 to check it out and kill some time. The chubby game center guy comes over, takes the guitar from my hands and says "I'm actually pretty good at this" He plays a song, he's got no rhythm, and is having one hell of a time scoring points, but it looks fun.
He actually says "If I had some pizza my fingers would be greasier and I'd be owning this song"
He finishes the song and clicks off the machine "Closing time!"
I'm thinking, "Thanks a lot buddy, I didn't walk over here because I wanted to watch you play the game."
Exasperated, I come back to the service desk and they couldn't process my Microcenter credit app because the credit center closed 5 minutes ago.
"Sorry, we can't process your app, it's too late"
I held my tounge, but there were a hundred things I wanted to say. The guy didn't even acknowledge what had happened. I just left.
It's odd, but I went back the next morning and had a quick, easy time of it. I was out the door within 10 minutes.