I’m not really a very difficult person, though, I suppose that depends on who you ask, and with all due respect, perhaps generously due, those other motherfuckers lie. I’m only difficult when the very fabric of justice and moral turpitude is at stake, also, for my own amusement. For instance, my most frequent road rage out-loud “You can do it little buddy” and “the road to hell is paved, the one to frandor? Not so much.”
My last two Best Buy events? Amusement. Justice fabric and Moral Turps weren’t even around, they were next door at the 99 cent store. C’mon, you knew justice and morals were cheap bastards. Notice how there isn’t anything on the scales blind justice is tilting? And the Turp says shit like “a penny saved is a penny earned” millennials want to know what a penny is.
I think I wrote about the jist of the first instance. I mean y’all get all my bad behavior, it’s not much, and I have to duct tape the rest of this sad journal (it’s not about sorrow, it’s sad in the vernacular meaning, ill fitted for the environment) with fiction and op ed.
The second. I don’t know. It took more than one of them to talk me out of buying a monitor. As long as the old computer hasn’t bitten the AC/DC bullet and fried the last of it’s brain cells I was thinking of setting it up next to the bike I set up on a trainer for the winter. A trainer replaces the road with a magnetic cylinder that lets you ride in place. I could watch movies, for instance, while riding in place.
So the monitor looks really cool. My computer said my local best buy had three in stock. Just like last time dude looked it up on his phone and said he didn’t see them. I found the smaller model of the same monitor on the floor. Dude said the best way to tell (in answer to a few a questions) was to see it. I pointed out the screen was blank. He blamed the morning shift, consulted his phone, scratched, and flipped on a demo. “Cool: I said, because it was cool. I asked if they had anything displayed that was 32 inchs.
I followed him around as he read the the little spec cards under the products and consulted his phone then suggested I go to audio/video. He mistook my “Seriously?” blank face for … I don’t know, but said “Televisions and … sound stuff.”
I found the one 32 inch tv they had. It was a discontinued open box (everything else is much larger). The demo was boxed, left two inch margins all around the picture. When leaving the audio visual section a very aggressive non commissioned salesman started not only talking to me but answering for me and sort of acted like the computer blueshirt was my submissive boyfriend and finally he talked himself into apologizing for interrupting and went away. It took three minutes, short in the grand scheme of things, but a long time for … whatever the hell that was.
I wanted the monitor. All it probably would have took is asking me if I wanted it. To be fair dude ran after me to the parking lot to announce he had finally found out there were 3 in stock. By then I was thinking with out display or definitive answer no one was going to buy those monitors and I was safe thinking about it. I thought about it until I got home, went on the manufacture website, got the specs I needed and found it fifty bucks cheaper on Amazon, so, I did buy it.
I’ve done a lot of cool shit in the past two months without taking any pictures. When monitor comes and new stuff is all looking pretty I might take a picture. It’s all kind of flashy, or, rather, it is to me. Oh, yeah, as the guy was reading the specs on the monitor off his phone he said in a very disappointed Eeyore kind of way. “Oh, it’s white” I’ve never considered my monitors shell effect on the décor and potential clash. It’s fucking curved, that’s … more eye grabbing than the color of the trim.
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