Yesterday Hubby and I had a "date."We went to Frye’s Electronics store. They had RAM on sale. Even though we’ve purchased RAM from Frye’s twice before and both times it was wrong, didn’t make the Honey stop and think. Even when the wife (me) said “Are you SURE you want to risk this again?” He stayed his course.
So, we get home, he installs the RAM and Surprise! It’s not the right type. It’s ok, we have the receipt, we’ll just return it.
So, about 10:30 am, off he goes. He’ll stop at Frye’s and exchange the RAM, then go pick up lunch.
Well, as 4:00 PM came and went, I started to be a little concerned. Not much, he tends to get side-tracked, losing all notion if the time. But, 5-6 hours for a 45 minute errand? That’s a bit much even for him.
Just before 5:00 PM, he gets home, angry, tired and a littler bewildered.
He got to Frye’s customer service desk, and said he just needed a straight trade, that he clerk apparently picked up the wrong box the night before. She smiled and excused herself. A minute later, the customer service manager approaches him with a somewhat confrontational demeaner. He tells Hubby that they can’t take the RAM back, because it had “been tampered with.”
What happened is each stick of RAM has an identifying sticker on it. The sticker on the stick in question was loose, so before attempting to install it, Hubby carefully peeled it off . He was afraid it would jam in the slot.
When it didn’t work, he put the sticker back on, put the RAM and all the associated paperwork back in the box and with receipt in hand… well, we’ve been there.
The problem was he put the sticker back on in a slightly different place.
When this was explained to the Hubby, he said, under his breath, No, fuckin’ way!"
The next thing he knows ther is a city cop at his elbow to escort him to the manager’s office.
Apparently, it is illegal to swear inside Frye’s Electronics. They kept him there for over two hours. They would not budge from their stance. They told him he’d have to buy the correct RAM and could go through the manufacturer about the one in hand.
I asked WHY he bought anything else from them and he looked puzzled, and said, I don’t know. They told him to pay for his correct purchase, and leave their store and to please, never come back or he would be charged with tresspassing.
Now, hubby is a 6’2" firefighter. He can be intimidating, but he avoids it as much as possible. He wasn’t angry, well, not right away. But even as he did, he stayed calm. He really wanted to work it out reasonably to the benefit of all.