Away, ye vermin

Nate and I went to Best Buy today. It’s becoming more and more distasteful to shop there; if you go into a high-dollar area (computers, TVs, car audio) you are immediately descended upon by half a dozen sales reps wishing to impart their opinion­ (which is neither unbiased nor even knowledgable most of the time) and make the sale. Even though they “don’t work on commission”.

Then there’s the force-feeding of the “Product Service Plan” at checkout. No matter if you say you don’t want it; they tell you about how good it is and make some ominous threats about “the product failing” if you don’t buy their plan. Well if it fails, I’ll go send it to the manufacturer and they’ll fix it. Fancy things, those lifetime warranties that reputable manufacturers offer.

It’s gotten so that when I enter a Danger Zone of salepeople, I’ll just pull out my cell phone, put it to my ear, and continue on my way. Magic. It’s as if I had a “Do Not Disturb” field around me. I don’t have to be saying anything… the phone-to-the-ear is enough. Salespeople then leave me alone.

I should really make a t-shirt that says something like:

I know what I’m doing.
Leave me alone.

But even then it probably wouldn’t work. Thank goodness for cell phones :)

Dewdles by Sam