Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Home Depot Experience


Since I'm a curmudgeon, I often go out of the house spoiling for a fight, and I generally find cause for one.  All it sometimes takes to set me off is a rude salesclerk or a dwerb (not quite as socially awkward as a dweeb, but not as smart as a nerd) on their phone in their car. 

So today, when I was in my local Home Depot, I knew what I was in for - disappointment.  I have, over the years, come to expect it.  Despite actually finding what I was looking for, there was only one and I needed two.  As usual, it took ten minutes to find the guy working that department and he contributed zilch to solving my need.

So, it was off to the next nearest Home Depot (6 miles away instead of 4), where they had what I was looking for, but here's what went awry: Home Depot sales people APPROACHED ME asking if I needed help. What trickery was this?  I know Home Depot, and half the shopping experience is chasing those guys down. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone.  I couldn't get all haughty and pissy.  Took the wind right out of my sails.  Dang.

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