I went into CompUSA yesterday. Even though I did not make any eye contact, I still had like 7-10 kids ask me if they could help me. It's like, they assume I am an idiot and I can't possibly find where they keep all the keyboards. I swear... one of these days I am going to take one of these kids on a ride "No, no no... not that kind of keyboard... I want the ones with the two buttons...". or maybe I'll ask them for a liquid cooled floppy adapter or something.
At the register, I am greeted with a a 15" LCD display that is being suspended over the counter at eye level. This means the friggin' thing is right in my face with some huge assed letters and numbers. Glad they think I am blind, too.
Lastly, I am treated like a criminal on the way out when they give me the see-through bag and get my receipt punched. Maybe next time when they ask me if they can help, I can ask them to help me steal an Ipod. Not kiddingly either, being dead serious. I couldtalk him into putting it into his pants and escorting me out to my car.
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