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rmI miss the way stores were when I was a child. This may be specific to me, and the world I grew up in, as much as it is also about age, but it is one of the many things I am snobbish and irritated about.
We bought our pasta and bread and cheese at a store that made all those things fresh. The only chain bookstore I had ever seen was the giant Doubleday on 57th Street and those nasty little Walden Books at the airport. People could write checks and clerks chatted with you, knew about the product and didn't inherently loathe you for making them do their job. People who worked at bookstores read books, and people who worked at food shops were more adventurous than goddamn Wendy's. We had a butcher market with sawdust on the floor. We got our bread from the bread shop and candy from the candy shop. And even with all that, I still had to write essays in French about how stores in France were better than stores here, because Hewitt (and my French teacher) was crazy.
At any rate, I was just in Best Buy (not that they had the CD I wanted) and they search your bags when you leave. I _hate_ that. And I hate it because it doesn't really work -- because they make you open your bag, and then open it again if the detector goes off, but they also say how they aren't allowed to go through your bag, so if the detector goes off everyone just bloody stands there with their thumbs up their asses, and I'm being treated like a criminal because the future isn't now. I loathe it and everything about it.
They tried to take my fucking CD from me. Like hi... It's Wicked in a broken PJ Harvey case... I didn't steal it from you. It made me furious. And all the dumb people who work there being all "is there a problem?" Yes, there's a fucking problem and I'm not it.
It was inevitable that I was going to short circuit about something today, and better today than during the work of the next three days (I don't think I have an assistant this year, that'll be hard). Grrrrr.
Anyway... then I stepped outside, and one of those very small things that could only possibly be funny to me happened, and I couldn't stop laughing. And that was nice.
We bought our pasta and bread and cheese at a store that made all those things fresh. The only chain bookstore I had ever seen was the giant Doubleday on 57th Street and those nasty little Walden Books at the airport. People could write checks and clerks chatted with you, knew about the product and didn't inherently loathe you for making them do their job. People who worked at bookstores read books, and people who worked at food shops were more adventurous than goddamn Wendy's. We had a butcher market with sawdust on the floor. We got our bread from the bread shop and candy from the candy shop. And even with all that, I still had to write essays in French about how stores in France were better than stores here, because Hewitt (and my French teacher) was crazy.
At any rate, I was just in Best Buy (not that they had the CD I wanted) and they search your bags when you leave. I _hate_ that. And I hate it because it doesn't really work -- because they make you open your bag, and then open it again if the detector goes off, but they also say how they aren't allowed to go through your bag, so if the detector goes off everyone just bloody stands there with their thumbs up their asses, and I'm being treated like a criminal because the future isn't now. I loathe it and everything about it.
They tried to take my fucking CD from me. Like hi... It's Wicked in a broken PJ Harvey case... I didn't steal it from you. It made me furious. And all the dumb people who work there being all "is there a problem?" Yes, there's a fucking problem and I'm not it.
It was inevitable that I was going to short circuit about something today, and better today than during the work of the next three days (I don't think I have an assistant this year, that'll be hard). Grrrrr.
Anyway... then I stepped outside, and one of those very small things that could only possibly be funny to me happened, and I couldn't stop laughing. And that was nice.
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Date: 2004-07-17 11:21 am (UTC)I took 90% of my business to Craig at Accidental after the nth time this happened.
The best buy out here doesn't do this. I also believe there is some legal hoo hah that can prevent them from searching your bags.
One thing I used to do is stand in front of the detector and wave my bag of purchased goods into its' detection zone, and see if the nimrod working the counter forgot to demag whatever I bought.
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Date: 2004-07-17 11:32 am (UTC)