Suave Fry's Guy

[imported_Rad]

Ok, so i come back this weekend to take a friend of mine to Fry's to buy basically a new computer. When i get back hhome i call my girlfriend and my best friend, MDE, so we can all head there and just look around. Well, the guy who is helping us get the memory, mobo, and cpu starts hitting on my girlfriend right in front of me... I was kinda just shocked, i mean, he prtactically asked her to go to a concert with him... Of course i did the 'rub it in his face' move of coming up and kissing her right in front of him, and then he shakes his head at me and tell my girlfriennd that he was gonna take some other girl anyways...
To top off the wonderful Fry's experience, there was a battle of the minds Fry's employee and MDE... He insisted that his choice of products were much better than our already selected and researched ones... On top all this he tried to tell us that his cheap plastic Funami(?) case was MUCH superior to an Antec Sonata case... He explaiened that it was better since it had more fans and that 2 fans were not enough to keep an AMD 64 cool... MDE kept insisting that he had a similar setup at home and that his p4 ran hotter than an amd64 would... Of course the Fry's employee wouldn't back down and just persisted to be the most annoying sales assoiciate i've ever encountered at any retail store... He apologized a few minutes later, but alas, he was still annoying as all hell... Anyways, i know this is a long rant, but after being annoying AND creepiing out my girlfriend, i feel this was needed and deserved...

 

[n0cmonkey]

Ummmm, you won. Why the rant?

 

[Reliant]

:beer:

 

[Nebor]

Wait, the Fry's guy asked out your girlfriend AND questioned MDE's computer knowledge? That's crazy.

Some day I'll reap my horrible, sweet vengeance on Fry's. It'll be like the Matrix, I'll walk in, draped in a trench coat, carrying a plastic bag. The drone at the door with the marker will say, "Do you have something to return?" And I'll say "Return this." Anyways, 10 minutes later I'm walking away from the rubble of the store, drenching in blood, the smell of gun powder heavy in the air. And I'll look out at the sign in the parking lot, point at it dramatically and say, "This isn't over!"

I hate Fry's with the passion of a thousand suns. Their 'advice' cost me hundreds of dollars and HOURS in their damn return lines. I love how they shout "Customer service" to get a manager to come ok the returns. It's just ironic, because there's no customer service in Fry's at all. Then they open up the item to ensure that everything's there, but there's no list of what should be there, so they ask me, "What was in here?" Then they issue me a piece of paper that's good for a refund. They couldn't possibly give refunds out there, no no, you must take your piece of paper, which they repeatedly tell you "not to lose, it's just like money," over to the check out line. There you wait in another cattle chute, but this one is lined with candy and crappy impulse buy items, a last ditch effort to keep your money. So then you get up to the director of the cattle chute, and he tells you which blinking light to go to. This is his job. He watches for a light to blink, and sends someone there. This man is obviously vital to each and every one of our survivals. I arrive at the counter, the end is in sight, but wait, who's this grinning african fellow? Why can't I understand what he's saying? Why does his nametag say "Haabeeb Ajeeb?" He wants to know where my purchase is. I tell him it's back at the return counter. He starts towards the return counter, but I stop him, obviously my sarcasm was lost. Haabeeb get's the manager, who tells him to give me money. He looks at her and asks how much. Eventually I get past Haabeeb, I actually have money in my hand, this is incredible. I'm moving towards the door, passing all the other poor souls who are no doubt dealing with "Mafard Retard" and "Rajou Apoo." Then she steps in my way, a human wall of blubber, wearing an obnoxious red blazer. She's blocking the door, although I wouldn't put it past her to block the sun. She deftly asks me where my reciept is. I tell her I have no reciept. She says I need a receipt. I ask her what I need a receipt for. She says to prove I purchased my merchandise. I say, what merchandise. She says, sir, where is your merchandise? Finally I tell her that I've returned something, and gotten my money back. I ask if she wants to see the money to make sure it's all there. She seems to consider it before realizing that I hate her with the passion of a thousand suns. Then I leave. I induce torque steer in the parking lot in the Acura. It's not very satisfying, and I think, why did I cheap out? Then I take a final look at the Fry's sign, as I pull onto the on-ramp, because the planners decided that the parking lot should exit directly onto an on-ramp for highway 635. This is a place where your 0-60 time really matters. It might save your life. So I look at the sign, and I say, "This isn't over."

 

[RagingBITCH]

Are you speaking of the 635 & Olympus Fry's by chance? I've only returned one thing there before and it was hassle free. BTW, your story deserves a :beer:

 

[jtusa]

Originally posted by: Nebor
Wait, the Fry's guy asked out your girlfriend AND questioned MDE's computer knowledge? That's crazy.

Some day I'll reap my horrible, sweet vengeance on Fry's. It'll be like the Matrix, I'll walk in, draped in a trench coat, carrying a plastic bag. The drone at the door with the marker will say, "Do you have something to return?" And I'll say "Return this." Anyways, 10 minutes later I'm walking away from the rubble of the store, drenching in blood, the smell of gun powder heavy in the air. And I'll look out at the sign in the parking lot, point at it dramatically and say, "This isn't over!"

I hate Fry's with the passion of a thousand suns. Their 'advice' cost me hundreds of dollars and HOURS in their damn return lines. I love how they shout "Customer service" to get a manager to come ok the returns. It's just ironic, because there's no customer service in Fry's at all. Then they open up the item to ensure that everything's there, but there's no list of what should be there, so they ask me, "What was in here?" Then they issue me a piece of paper that's good for a refund. They couldn't possibly give refunds out there, no no, you must take your piece of paper, which they repeatedly tell you "not to lose, it's just like money," over to the check out line. There you wait in another cattle chute, but this one is lined with candy and crappy impulse buy items, a last ditch effort to keep your money. So then you get up to the director of the cattle chute, and he tells you which blinking light to go to. This is his job. He watches for a light to blink, and sends someone there. This man is obviously vital to each and every one of our survivals. I arrive at the counter, the end is in sight, but wait, who's this grinning african fellow? Why can't I understand what he's saying? Why does his nametag say "Haabeeb Ajeeb?" He wants to know where my purchase is. I tell him it's back at the return counter. He starts towards the return counter, but I stop him, obviously my sarcasm was lost. Haabeeb get's the manager, who tells him to give me money. He looks at her and asks how much. Eventually I get past Haabeeb, I actually have money in my hand, this is incredible. I'm moving towards the door, passing all the other poor souls who are no doubt dealing with "Mafard Retard" and "Rajou Apoo." Then she steps in my way, a human wall of blubber, wearing an obnoxious red blazer. She's blocking the door, although I wouldn't put it past her to block the sun. She deftly asks me where my reciept is. I tell her I have no reciept. She says I need a receipt. I ask her what I need a receipt for. She says to prove I purchased my merchandise. I say, what merchandise. She says, sir, where is your merchandise? Finally I tell her that I've returned something, and gotten my money back. I ask if she wants to see the money to make sure it's all there. She seems to consider it before realizing that I hate her with the passion of a thousand suns. Then I leave. I induce torque steer in the parking lot in the Acura. It's not very satisfying, and I think, why did I cheap out? Then I take a final look at the Fry's sign, as I pull onto the on-ramp, because the planners decided that the parking lot should exit directly onto an on-ramp for highway 635. This is a place where your 0-60 time really matters. It might save your life. So I look at the sign, and I say, "This isn't over."

Hahahaha

 

[jjyiz28]

thats weird, the rare occasion i buy something at fry's, i pay it then leave. I look at the guy checking receipts, then look away. they never bother me, and i believe its illegal for them to stop you to check your receipt if they do not have an just reason or suspicions.

 

[jtusa]

Originally posted by: jjyiz28
thats weird, the rare occasion i buy something at fry's, i pay it then leave. I look at the guy checking receipts, then look away. they never bother me, and i believe its illegal for them to stop you to check your receipt if they do not have an just reason or suspicions.

They check receipts at Best Buy all the time too.

 

[Nebor]

Originally posted by: jjyiz28
thats weird, the rare occasion i buy something at fry's, i pay it then leave. I look at the guy checking receipts, then look away. they never bother me, and i believe its illegal for them to stop you to check your receipt if they do not have an just reason or suspicions.

They aren't the police. They can stop you for whatever reason they want. They could require you to put a happy face sticker on your purchase before you left. They don't need suspicion. I've never had one allow someone to go past without checking it out. They'll have people standing in a line to get checked. And again, with the stupidity, they look at the reciept, and don't know WTF something is, so they ask you, "So that's a DDR 3500?" No, it's a freakin' wildebeest, you fvckin dumbass.

 

[Nebor]

Originally posted by: RagingBITCH
Are you speaking of the 635 & Olympus Fry's by chance? I've only returned one thing there before and it was hassle free. BTW, your story deserves a :beer:

Yes, it's that Fry's. I pass it every day on my way to work. And I come home past it every day. But if I need something quickly for the computer, I'll go to CompUSA or Best Buy before I'll go to Fry's, even though they're more out of the way. ER... I pass a Best Buy too. Last time I was at that Best Buy was when Doom 3 came out, and as I walked out I saw a guy in a brand new Mercedes CL 600. I don't think that car had been out for 2 weeks, and here this guy had one. And he looked like a total fat slob, wearing a white tshirt and wierd shorts.

Anyways, my problem with Fry's is all because of an Asus motherboard, the P4C800 Deluxe, or something. I can't remember exactly, it might have been P4P800 Deluxe, but it was one top of the line motherfvcker at the time, it cost like $210. I built a top of the line PC right when all the 800mhz FSB stuff hit. Well that Asus board was a POS, and I tried switching out everything but the board, so I was in the Fry's return line quite a bit. One time a Fry's guy even told me, "I have this same board, what you need to do is get the Corsair PC3500 instead of the PC3200 that you have, it will work perfect then." And I was like, there's no way that will fix my problem. I just don't see how it could. But he promised me, again and again. So I got it. And it didn't fix my problem, it just cost me another $80. Luckily I had gotten the 3 year performance gaurantee on all the crap I bought, so even though it took me 3 months to troubleshoot the problem, I was able to return things, but it was a hassle. Finally I swapped the Asus board for an Abit board, even though the manager didn't want to let me do it....

Look at me, I can't talk about Fry's without ranting for pages.

 

[z0mb13]

Originally posted by: Reliant
:beer:

hey dude how r u?? havent seen u post in a while!

 

[her209]

Hey, that was ME!

 

[aplefka]

Originally posted by: z0mb13

Originally posted by: Reliant
:beer:

hey dude how r u?? havent seen u post in a while!

If you're referring to Reliant, he's still just as ghey as ever.

 

[Reliant]

Originally posted by: aplefka

Originally posted by: z0mb13

Originally posted by: Reliant
:beer:

hey dude how r u?? havent seen u post in a while!

If you're referring to Reliant, he's still just as ghey as ever.

I'm fine z0mb, and don't worry about aplefka, he's just got some sand in his vagina.

 

[Nebor]

Originally posted by: her209
Hey, that was ME!

So you don't know sh!t about cases? Or you like mackin on geek's girlfriends?

 

[gwai lo]

you could always NOT listen to them...I just go in there, pick up what i need, and leave. I don't think it's THAT hard to do.

 

[Nebor]

Originally posted by: gwai lo
you could always NOT listen to them...I just go in there, pick up what i need, and leave. I don't think it's THAT hard to do.

At one point I contemplated unleashing a live squirrel inside the store.

 

[AkumaX]

Originally posted by: jtusa4

Originally posted by: Nebor
Wait, the Fry's guy asked out your girlfriend AND questioned MDE's computer knowledge? That's crazy.

Some day I'll reap my horrible, sweet vengeance on Fry's. It'll be like the Matrix, I'll walk in, draped in a trench coat, carrying a plastic bag. The drone at the door with the marker will say, "Do you have something to return?" And I'll say "Return this." Anyways, 10 minutes later I'm walking away from the rubble of the store, drenching in blood, the smell of gun powder heavy in the air. And I'll look out at the sign in the parking lot, point at it dramatically and say, "This isn't over!"

I hate Fry's with the passion of a thousand suns. Their 'advice' cost me hundreds of dollars and HOURS in their damn return lines. I love how they shout "Customer service" to get a manager to come ok the returns. It's just ironic, because there's no customer service in Fry's at all. Then they open up the item to ensure that everything's there, but there's no list of what should be there, so they ask me, "What was in here?" Then they issue me a piece of paper that's good for a refund. They couldn't possibly give refunds out there, no no, you must take your piece of paper, which they repeatedly tell you "not to lose, it's just like money," over to the check out line. There you wait in another cattle chute, but this one is lined with candy and crappy impulse buy items, a last ditch effort to keep your money. So then you get up to the director of the cattle chute, and he tells you which blinking light to go to. This is his job. He watches for a light to blink, and sends someone there. This man is obviously vital to each and every one of our survivals. I arrive at the counter, the end is in sight, but wait, who's this grinning african fellow? Why can't I understand what he's saying? Why does his nametag say "Haabeeb Ajeeb?" He wants to know where my purchase is. I tell him it's back at the return counter. He starts towards the return counter, but I stop him, obviously my sarcasm was lost. Haabeeb get's the manager, who tells him to give me money. He looks at her and asks how much. Eventually I get past Haabeeb, I actually have money in my hand, this is incredible. I'm moving towards the door, passing all the other poor souls who are no doubt dealing with "Mafard Retard" and "Rajou Apoo." Then she steps in my way, a human wall of blubber, wearing an obnoxious red blazer. She's blocking the door, although I wouldn't put it past her to block the sun. She deftly asks me where my reciept is. I tell her I have no reciept. She says I need a receipt. I ask her what I need a receipt for. She says to prove I purchased my merchandise. I say, what merchandise. She says, sir, where is your merchandise? Finally I tell her that I've returned something, and gotten my money back. I ask if she wants to see the money to make sure it's all there. She seems to consider it before realizing that I hate her with the passion of a thousand suns. Then I leave. I induce torque steer in the parking lot in the Acura. It's not very satisfying, and I think, why did I cheap out? Then I take a final look at the Fry's sign, as I pull onto the on-ramp, because the planners decided that the parking lot should exit directly onto an on-ramp for highway 635. This is a place where your 0-60 time really matters. It might save your life. So I look at the sign, and I say, "This isn't over."

Hahahaha

great story. exactly what happens at all fries, too

 

[LordSnailz]

pics of your gf?

 

[MDE]

Here's a list of the things we clashed heads on:

1) He suggested a cheap Funai case with a crappy "450W" PSU instead of an Antec Sonata. His reasoning? It has six fans. Never mind that they're all 80mm, and will probably sound like a wind tunnel, but there's six of them! He wouldn't admit that the Sonata's single 120mm fan would do the job. He asked what kind of CPU I had, and I told him a P4 3.2 (neglecting to mention that it's overclocked to 3.6 and I have a 6800GT as well) and he said, "with an AMD64 you'll need more fans." I mentioned that A64s run cooler than P4s and he shut up for a little bit. After the final decision on the Sonata was made, he picked the case up from the stack of them and then walked over to the computer, and dropped the case about two feet down onto the floor. What a great guy...

2) He insisted on aftermarket cooling. Said the Zalman 7000A AlCu and Cu were good, but the UrinalCake SilentBoost was better, pointing to the 21dB noise rating. I insisted that the Zalman would be better, and there was no sense in going for the all-copper version as the hybrid performs just as well and is still within the weight limits for AMD heatsinks. He said that the copper version absorbs heat better than the hybrid after noticeably flinching when I told him the hybrid performs the same in reviews. Nevertheless, the whole heatsink discussion was a waste of time as we went with the boxed CPU and the stock AMD heatsink.

3) He insisted on Patriot RAM, because it was CAS 2 and the Corsair ValueRAM on sale was CAS 3. Now at this point they were turning the lights off and we needed to go, so I pulled Rad's friend to the side, told him get the Corsair because latency doesn't really matter with Athlon 64s and why.

During this entire escapade I was continually pulled aside by Josh (Rad) and his girlfriend so we could mock the salesmonkey out of his hearing range. We got all of the stuff together and got the fvck out of there. The first bad experience I've had at Fry's (Downers Grove, IL) sure was a doozy...

 

[kermalou]

Originally posted by: Nebor
Wait, the Fry's guy asked out your girlfriend AND questioned MDE's computer knowledge? That's crazy.

Some day I'll reap my horrible, sweet vengeance on Fry's. It'll be like the Matrix, I'll walk in, draped in a trench coat, carrying a plastic bag. The drone at the door with the marker will say, "Do you have something to return?" And I'll say "Return this." Anyways, 10 minutes later I'm walking away from the rubble of the store, drenching in blood, the smell of gun powder heavy in the air. And I'll look out at the sign in the parking lot, point at it dramatically and say, "This isn't over!"

I hate Fry's with the passion of a thousand suns. Their 'advice' cost me hundreds of dollars and HOURS in their damn return lines. I love how they shout "Customer service" to get a manager to come ok the returns. It's just ironic, because there's no customer service in Fry's at all. Then they open up the item to ensure that everything's there, but there's no list of what should be there, so they ask me, "What was in here?" Then they issue me a piece of paper that's good for a refund. They couldn't possibly give refunds out there, no no, you must take your piece of paper, which they repeatedly tell you "not to lose, it's just like money," over to the check out line. There you wait in another cattle chute, but this one is lined with candy and crappy impulse buy items, a last ditch effort to keep your money. So then you get up to the director of the cattle chute, and he tells you which blinking light to go to. This is his job. He watches for a light to blink, and sends someone there. This man is obviously vital to each and every one of our survivals. I arrive at the counter, the end is in sight, but wait, who's this grinning african fellow? Why can't I understand what he's saying? Why does his nametag say "Haabeeb Ajeeb?" He wants to know where my purchase is. I tell him it's back at the return counter. He starts towards the return counter, but I stop him, obviously my sarcasm was lost. Haabeeb get's the manager, who tells him to give me money. He looks at her and asks how much. Eventually I get past Haabeeb, I actually have money in my hand, this is incredible. I'm moving towards the door, passing all the other poor souls who are no doubt dealing with "Mafard Retard" and "Rajou Apoo." Then she steps in my way, a human wall of blubber, wearing an obnoxious red blazer. She's blocking the door, although I wouldn't put it past her to block the sun. She deftly asks me where my reciept is. I tell her I have no reciept. She says I need a receipt. I ask her what I need a receipt for. She says to prove I purchased my merchandise. I say, what merchandise. She says, sir, where is your merchandise? Finally I tell her that I've returned something, and gotten my money back. I ask if she wants to see the money to make sure it's all there. She seems to consider it before realizing that I hate her with the passion of a thousand suns. Then I leave. I induce torque steer in the parking lot in the Acura. It's not very satisfying, and I think, why did I cheap out? Then I take a final look at the Fry's sign, as I pull onto the on-ramp, because the planners decided that the parking lot should exit directly onto an on-ramp for highway 635. This is a place where your 0-60 time really matters. It might save your life. So I look at the sign, and I say, "This isn't over."

in a nutshell, that is why i hate fry;s as well. if anybody i know has a computer related question and needs to buy something, i tell em to go anywhere but FRY's

 

[Moonbeam]

"Of course i did the 'rub it in his face' move of coming up and kissing her right in front of him"

Personally I would have copulated with her in front of him.

 

[Nebor]

Originally posted by: Moonbeam
"Of course i did the 'rub it in his face' move of coming up and kissing her right in front of him"

Personally I would have copulated with her in front of him.

For most of the Fry's employees, that would be their first time seeing teh boobies.

 

[0roo0roo]

taking advice from minimum wage workers that aren't trained in their area of so called expertise is stupid to begin wtih

 

[Eli]

Originally posted by: Nebor
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Originally posted by: Nebor
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Originally posted by: Nebor
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Are you high? lol