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I don't know about you but it seems to me there were a lot of things they just seemed to do a whole lot better as little as 30 years ago. On Sunday, i stopped off at Staples which by the way is so similar to Office Depot that I really can't tell them apart. i was interested in buying a new printer, because while the old one technically works, it is not capable of printing in the crisp and precise manner that made it such a cherished member of my PC empire. i spent some time on the web and saw that some people were Epson fans others were in the HP camp.
Meanwhile, back at Staples den of darkness, I walk in and stroll around the 2 whole aisles of printers with home to minor industrial printing capacities. Normally when i come into a place the minions are all over me like flies on the horse poop pile. But that is only when i not only know what i want but can find it easily. Today however the entire crew is in full hipster mode equating irony with total lack of service. I ask the girl in the next aisle where she is restocking the cell phone accesories, if there is anyone that can help me with a question on printers. She look startled and almost put upon that she should be asked to help. Her instinctive deflect the blame powers kicked in and she said Wow like I'll call like the tech guys to like help. With that she produces a cell phone and her voice peels out of the paiging system. Tech service to the printers, tech service to the printers.. She looked over to where 2 guys but unmistakebly hipsters talking about hipsterisms and how ironic things are are helping an actual customer for a few moments. Unbeknownst to me hipsters have selective hearing and they have not only disregarded the page but are currently working to hack the pentagon on behalf of Al Qida, so are too busy to come over to help anyone. 10 minutes later i speak to the girl who is still just in the next aisle, asking "are they going to come and help me?" She is shocked that they did not come yet with a Snap of the cell phone she paiges the the tech dolts again, i wait another 7 minutes and then walk over to the next aisle and tell the girl please let them know not to bother helping me I am leaving now. I flipped off the the tech dolts on the way out and will be contacting the store manager soon. There is a lot I can put up with but this type of worthlessness deserves some type of slow and torturous death.
In Roman times, somebody's head would be on a pike in front of the store as a warning to the other hipster slackers... Now where can i find a good inexpensive pike?
Meanwhile, back at Staples den of darkness, I walk in and stroll around the 2 whole aisles of printers with home to minor industrial printing capacities. Normally when i come into a place the minions are all over me like flies on the horse poop pile. But that is only when i not only know what i want but can find it easily. Today however the entire crew is in full hipster mode equating irony with total lack of service. I ask the girl in the next aisle where she is restocking the cell phone accesories, if there is anyone that can help me with a question on printers. She look startled and almost put upon that she should be asked to help. Her instinctive deflect the blame powers kicked in and she said Wow like I'll call like the tech guys to like help. With that she produces a cell phone and her voice peels out of the paiging system. Tech service to the printers, tech service to the printers.. She looked over to where 2 guys but unmistakebly hipsters talking about hipsterisms and how ironic things are are helping an actual customer for a few moments. Unbeknownst to me hipsters have selective hearing and they have not only disregarded the page but are currently working to hack the pentagon on behalf of Al Qida, so are too busy to come over to help anyone. 10 minutes later i speak to the girl who is still just in the next aisle, asking "are they going to come and help me?" She is shocked that they did not come yet with a Snap of the cell phone she paiges the the tech dolts again, i wait another 7 minutes and then walk over to the next aisle and tell the girl please let them know not to bother helping me I am leaving now. I flipped off the the tech dolts on the way out and will be contacting the store manager soon. There is a lot I can put up with but this type of worthlessness deserves some type of slow and torturous death.
In Roman times, somebody's head would be on a pike in front of the store as a warning to the other hipster slackers... Now where can i find a good inexpensive pike?
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