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ExCUSE Me?
Oct. 4th, 2008 07:12 pm I have been doing a lot of shopping and returning as I buy supplies to complete the second Can I Sit With You? cover. One of the things bought was ink tanks for my color printer. I bought the wrong color (Canon 8 cyan) from Wal-Mart and went back to get magenta 8. No magenta8 at usual Wal-Mart, nor at filthy depressing Wal-Mart (NO, they're not ALL filthy and depressing), nor at nice Wal-Mart up the highway.
I decided to try InkSell, and hoped to find one on the way back to home base (after Wal-Mart, Home Depot and Starbucks). As luck would have it, the strip I decided to go to for a snack had an InkSell. InkSell's posted closing time was 6PM, I was in at 5:50, and there was a guy ahead of me.
"He's the last customer," the counter guy tells me.
"Dude," I said, "I've been driving around all day and I need one thing."
"The computer shuts down at six." (Shockingly enough, this wasn't true.)
I immediately think of daring him to turf me at six without my ink, and saying I'll stay until I get it, and how awkward the police appearing will be.
"It's not six."
"If it's not six when I'm done with him, I'll help you."
I wait, head high, back straight, smiling at the ceiling-hung mascot plush wearing a small bag as a cape and screaming on the inside, as the guy in front of me gathers up empty carts (buh?), and InkSell Dude scoops his many new carts into a bag.
Then the guy takes a loose check from his wallet, and begins to fill it out. Slowly.
Dude in front of me is finally done, and I guess it wasn't six yet, because InkDude asks me what I want.
"Canon 8 magenta," I say, dare I add, crisply.
There were another few tense moments where it seemed there would be no Canon 8 magenta, but there was a remanufactured cart, and I bought it. While he putting in info, and printing my receipt, Ink Dude feels he must tell me that he will have to redo his paperwork and won't be out until 6:30.
Uh.
Moral? When it's not closing time, it's not closing time, and facts are a great way to get service.
And I really enjoyed standing up to the guy.
I decided to try InkSell, and hoped to find one on the way back to home base (after Wal-Mart, Home Depot and Starbucks). As luck would have it, the strip I decided to go to for a snack had an InkSell. InkSell's posted closing time was 6PM, I was in at 5:50, and there was a guy ahead of me.
"He's the last customer," the counter guy tells me.
"Dude," I said, "I've been driving around all day and I need one thing."
"The computer shuts down at six." (Shockingly enough, this wasn't true.)
I immediately think of daring him to turf me at six without my ink, and saying I'll stay until I get it, and how awkward the police appearing will be.
"It's not six."
"If it's not six when I'm done with him, I'll help you."
I wait, head high, back straight, smiling at the ceiling-hung mascot plush wearing a small bag as a cape and screaming on the inside, as the guy in front of me gathers up empty carts (buh?), and InkSell Dude scoops his many new carts into a bag.
Then the guy takes a loose check from his wallet, and begins to fill it out. Slowly.
Dude in front of me is finally done, and I guess it wasn't six yet, because InkDude asks me what I want.
"Canon 8 magenta," I say, dare I add, crisply.
There were another few tense moments where it seemed there would be no Canon 8 magenta, but there was a remanufactured cart, and I bought it. While he putting in info, and printing my receipt, Ink Dude feels he must tell me that he will have to redo his paperwork and won't be out until 6:30.
Uh.
Moral? When it's not closing time, it's not closing time, and facts are a great way to get service.
And I really enjoyed standing up to the guy.
