I don't want to order by number!!!

10 - second.... dont you mean two minute... oh you mean 10 seconds to realise that it is on the ground and under the grill and the exta 1 minute and 50 seconds to pick it up... gotcha

Or you can make one with a cardboard box and some tape. Then you wouldnt need a plate just regular photographic paper.


And you think you hate fast food lack of service? Try being alergic to a lot of the crap they put on them. How many times do I need to say a Cheeseburger with Ketchup and Lettuce ONLY? Takes forever for them to understand what I'm saying then usually its not correct and I have to take it back unless I want a trip to the hospital.

LOL, this is a fun thread!

My personal gripe is people working in specialty stores who don't have any knowledge of what they're selling. A few weeks ago, I went to Lowes looking for a replacement for the lug wrench in my truck. I settled on getting a breaker bar and a socket. For those who don't know, a breaker bar is basically a long solid handle with a socket-mount on a swivel. Basically, a ratchet wrench with no ratchet. Not a difficult item to figure out, right?

I'm in the socket wrench aisle, I find my socket and breaker bar, except the bar has no tag or UPC on it, and it was the only one there. I look around, and a floor worker wanders by. I ask her if I can still get the one I had without a UPC, or if the had any in the back, and she said I could just have the cashier look it up in the computer. The shelf I was facing was literally right across the aisle from the nearest cash register, so I turn around and hand the cashier the two items. I reiterate what the associate had just told me (unfortunately she had walked out the door and left at that point), and the cashier gives me this funny look and calls an associate to her register.

Apparently, in order to ring it up, they had to verify that it's an item they actually sell. No problem, right? I can literally reach over and point to the exact spot where it should have been, price and all. So, some kid with a mohawk saunters over, looks at the breaker bar, and says "Sir, we don't sell these here". Umm, what? I then explained that this was the same item (identical design and all) as the other breaker bars on the shelf, just a different size. I show him, using the new socket, that it's the size I say it is.

Long story short (too late), it took three associates, two managers, and a general manager to finally get out of there with my items. And thankfully, the general manager was a former mechanic who knew what the tool was before I even started explaining the situation, otherwise I might never have gotten out of there.

Sadly, I've run into similar confusion at stores like Radio Shack, Staples, Best Buy, Advance Auto, and even Crutchfield (though they're better than most). It's these folks' JOB to answer questions about the things they sell, and someone selling electronics who doesn't know the difference between LCD and CRT monitors (this actually happened at Best Buy this weekend), for example, should not be allowed to continue working there.

Oh, and for the lady in front of me in line: not all kids' meals at all fast food places are called frickin' HAPPY MEALS!!!

...sorry.



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I would accept "happy meal" like "kool-aid"... No, not all fake-fruit-flavored, overly-dyed non-carbonated sugar-water made from powder is "kool aid", but for all intents and purposes...

If you have a kidsmeal, its a happy meal. Its not like a "junior burger" or something, where the term could be interperated many ways.

Hehehe.
But there is also something like too much service... when they blatantly try to make you buy other/more expensive stuff, literally crawling in front of you like some kind of monkey servant, but stubbornly ignoring your actual wishes.

Story:
About a year ago, when I moved to this city, I was going to get DSL, so naturally I needed a telephone connection as well. Since I don't use the phone a lot, I figured I wanted just the basic, analog connection, NO isdn, NO get-a-free-cordless-phone package, no nothing.

So I went to a store of <monopolist communication company>, after making sure the desired connection was still available, of course. I enter the store, and... like 50 milliseconds later one of their service monkeys appears out of thin air, asking me how he could help... in a manner that made it clear that I needed help, because I wasn't in any way competent enough to know what's good for me.
I told him what I wanted... good. Shouldn't be too hard to just get the form from the counter, have me fill it in and fax it to their headquarters, riiight?
But no, not a second after I was done, his training kicked in and he started asking the questions... If I talked on the phone a lot? Maybe I could save money with the Super-Happy Joy-Joy Package! I would get a shiny, new cordless phone for free! If I thought about getting an internet connection as well? Bla bla blaaAAAaaargh...
Well, I got a bit impatient and interrupted him, again explaining to him very carefully and in a friendly manner what I wanted, and that it was all I wanted.
He gave me a strange look for a second, then continued advertising all the funky features I could have for just 5 or 10 Euros more per month. GRAAAAAH!
Now I was starting to get pissed, but for the sake of his own ego I let him finish his program (well, most of it), before asking him if there was some kind of special reason why he so stubbornly refused to simply give me what I asked for.
His answer was... astounding.
He told me that he couldn't comply, because the tariff I wanted wasn't available any more.
Okay... I put the recurring thoughts involving axes and his face aside once more, and very calmly told him that he was telling shit because I knew the tariff was available, because their website said so, and the only thing that kept me from doing the whole thing online was, well, because I didn't have internet or a phone connection, which actually was why I came here. When he further insisted on it not being available, implicitly questioning my mental health, I pulled out a hardcopy of their website... that didn't help either.
At this point, I left the store before my blood pressure started to reach dangerous levels (dangerous for him), not without giving the idiot a few choice words before.

Interesting enough, after that I went to another shop because I needed a new cellphone... incidentally I asked the guy at the counter if he knew another place where I could get a fixed-line connection. He thought about it for a second, the told me that he didn't know another place, but that his shop was a subsidiary of a company in a nearby small city, and they could probably help. So he called them, and five minutes later a fax arrived with the appropriate form. I quickly filled it in, he faxed it back together with my application for a new cellphone... one week later I had a new, shiny cellphone AND a working fixed-line connection, two weeks later I had DSL as well.

Remembering that still raises my blood pressure

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I hate asking people at Home Depot for anything. My girlfriend went looking for galvanized steel wire recently to hang art up and they sent her to solder.