You’ve no doubt heard the saying, “I’d rather take a beating than do that.”
Today was a trip to town to buy my wife a new iPhone and something to wear to our granddaughter’s wedding.Oh my! Here is a rod. Start my beating rather than delivering me to the AT&T store. Does anyone hate that place more than me? I can answer that, NO!!!!! It’s not possible.
Disclosure: this is NOT our sales representative.
Actually, the “dude” who met and welcomed us to this exciting experience showed much less enthusiasm. I can only imagine the other pitiful applicants in line the day he got hired. If they were more lethargic than he was, they must have slithered in the door on their bellies. This guy barely had enough energy to open his mouth to speak. His father must have been a woodpecker for he talked very fast. Or, maybe he’s practicing to be a ventriloquist. At any rate, he is working with senior citizens. I reckon that in itself is enough to make him lose interest in his job. The line is out the door with old codgers. Young folks avoid all this and buy online. My spouse seemed to understand about 40% of what he uttered......... she’s only deaf in one ear. Me, on the other hand, can’t hear myself fart. So, I got about 5% of what he said and I kept asking him to repeat himself. I couldn’t tell if that irritated him like it does my wife or not. Anyway, being an old man I enjoy irritating folks and everything and everybody irritates me. Confrontation is fun and is my entertainment now days.
After an hour of this fun and the three of us all irritating each other over policies and guidelines, we walked out with a new phone which is 95% like the one we traded in (sold back) for 8% of what we paid for it three years ago. Although, I must admit it’s battery was about shot. It did pretty well for being designed to only last two years. My wife is not hard on it like I am. I’ve never seen her throw her phone or drop it in the dog’s water dish. The good thing is, even after getting my blood pressure up, everything on the new phone seems to work and all the app data downloaded from the mysterious, elusive “cloud.” And we don’t have to do this fun chore for a few more years.
OH CRAP, I’ll probably think I must have the iPhone X in a matter of time. Since we may have not forgotten this day, I may get to go by myself. Although, possibly, in the next couple of years I may learn some patience. What do you think?
Well, Chapter 2 of this day was going to look for something to wear to the wedding. OMG, have you noticed the difference in the way men and women shop? To keep myself above the deep doodo I’m about to step into I will refrain from giving specific details and only speak of generalities.
Men, I’m guessing when you go to the store you know what you are going for. You head right to it. They have it or they don’t. You grab it if you want it and, zoom....... you’re off to for the next item or headed to the checkout.
Disclosure: This is not necessarily relating to my experiences with my spouse.
Ladies: You may or may not know what your after. If you know. It’s not to be found. So, you look at every aisle and every style, color, and don’t see what you really want. Finally, you take several things to a dressing room. One makes you look fat, one is too baggy, too long, or too short. You kind of like one item but not enough to buy it. Next store, repeat above. Next store, repeat above. Ok, one last stop, repeating the series of steps above. Ok, I’m done. Let’s go home. Two days later at home, I wish I had gotten that outfit at that first store. Yikes, any of this sound familiar?? I hope not. Maybe this is something I saw in a movie.
After four or five hours shopping it’s time to go to the grocery store before heading home. We get to the store, the man jumps out, locks the door only to look up and she is still sitting in the vehicle thinking about the outfit she wishes she had gotten. Inside, we need bread, she looks at every loaf, squeezing them and moving on to the next brand. Me, I’m screaming to myself. We eat the same damned bread every week, grab one and come on. After forty five minutes of this over and over, lunch meat, eggs, milk, beans, etc, we are done but she missed the cookies that are on sale back in aisle two. I run to find the cookies, now a new challenge....... finding her. I’ll text, no response. Turned phone on silent. After galloping up and down each aisle, there she is, at the checkout. The woman in front of us has been talking and has forgotten she must pay. She digs for her $$. Fumbling with her billfold, she comes up with the forty eight cents, but is short on the seventy eight dollars. Let me just put it on my card. Fumbling for the card, scans and won’t work. It has a chip, insert it, oops wrong end.
Ok, you’ve all been there. But you have patience. Possibly, in the next couple years I’ll learn some patience. What do you think?
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Wherever you are in your life and travels enjoy the journey.
