We needed to buy a refrigerator. We just moved into a new house, and for the first time, there was no refrigerator provided (as we have normally lived in rentals with appliances provided, or at home). After a week of living out of a cooler, we finally had the money and the time to shop–ready and willing to bolster the economy with our large appliance purchase.
Best Buy is the closest appliance store to us. We pretty much know exactly what we want and our budget, and we find the refrigerator that is perfect for our little home. And, wouldn’t you know, it’s right next to the cashier’s desk…
So where the hell is a sales representative?
Ok, I understand this was a holiday weekend, and they seemed to be pretty busy. I mean, I saw about two dozen other customers lolling around looking for a sales rep, too. After a few minutes, someone relatively official looking comes to the cashier’s desk, and shouts on the intercom, “service to appliances… service to appliances,” then walks off in a rush.
Fine, I think, even though he doesn’t glance even once at us. Someone should be here in a minute or two to help us.
Another sale representative comes into the department, takes a look around, mutters something into his walkie-talkie, and then leaves. Not a word, not a glance directed to us. Hmmmm, I think to myself, this is getting somewhat annoying.
Another ten minutes pass.
Finally, we see a sales representative in a familiar blue shirt walking towards us. The drooling idiot cockpuppet takes one look at us and walks past without a word to help another couple. No “I’ll be with you in just a minute,” or “let me see if I can call someone else to help.” We were just blatantly ignored.
After spending a very unfruitful thirty minutes in that store, we left. So, I say to you, Best Buy: I hope your company falls to shambles with its poor reputation and that all the stores are burned out in riots in all the major metropolitan areas. I hope that those assholes that ignored us never work a better job than retail (after spending 4 years of my life working retail, I can think of no greater hell). You will never see a dime from me again.
(There is a happy ending to the story: In the parking lot, I suggest going to the Sears down the road. Once in the appliance department, we had a sales associate helping us within two minutes. She found us almost the exact refrigerator we had picked out in Best Buy, and in ten minutes, it was purchased.)