In the early days, I assumed folks loved to read about rants and being boorish. This one is a classic example of some reasonably cranky prose. I leave this as an example to myself about how not to write.
My daughter received a generous gift from her uncle for her 16th birthday and decided she’d use it to buy herself an iPod (and join the millions of other forced Itunes users). She researched the product online, and I was proud that she had done some homework about what she wanted (always important when making any big purchase to research what you are buying).
We decided to go to the Future Shop to make the purchase, and I had noted on their site that MP3 players were discounted by 10% online, so I told my daughter to ask for that, just in case the iPod fits in that category (which it should). We got to the store, found the section where the iPods lived, and then waited 8 minutes (I timed it) for any kind of customer service droid to help us out, and this is with me making eye contact with whatever people I could see (which I’m sure creeped out a few of the non-customer service folks in the store, but that is their problem). Eight minutes to get service? No wonder I like to shop online! That is ridiculous! How do these folks know I don’t want to buy a Big Screen Plasma screen? Do they have “deadbeat radar”? If so, it wasn’t working right!
OK, Skippy, the sales droid (not his real name nor his actual job title), appears and asks in a condescending tone, “What would you like to look at?” to which I responded, “We’d like to buy an iPod.”, which caused Skippy to wake up since he saw a possible sale going to his name. It would be darn simple to be a super salesperson at this store since all you’d have to do is talk to your customer in a friendly fashion, and away you go!
We finally purchased the iPod for my daughter, but let me tell you, I was sorely tempted to leave the store after my daughter was told that an iPod does not count as an MP3 player. I did a double take and said, “What are you telling me?”. Skippy realized (or guessed, who knows) that I was annoyed and said, “Well, Apple does not let us discount the iPod because they want to keep tight control of the price of iPods”. Skippy was very lucky because that answer appeased me, but I almost left at that point.
The moral of this rant don’t stand for being treated like cattle, or worse still, vermin when you drop a couple of hundred dollars on any item. You are spending your hard-earned money, making the salespeople treat you well, to earn their commission (or whatever sales pay they receive).