I went to Sears Hardware store to day to buy some hardware for my dining room table. After five minutes I found a sales person. I had to get certain bolts and screws. My dining room table is one of these put together furniture. After awhile the hardware breaks and the chairs become shaky. I bought this hardware before there so I know they had it. I was explaining to him what I needed. He had no idea what I was talking about. I even drew him a picture. He was still lost. So I kept looking in the store and found the hardware.
Now comes the funny part. I bring it up to the cashier and she says to me, "How much are these?" I told her, "I think they're sixty five cents apiece." "She said, "That's close enough."
It's not entirely her fault for not knowing the price. There was no barcode on them. I could have said any price, she wouldn't care. She just wanted me out of the store so she could keep on talking to her friends.
“No filters. No layers. No apologies.” "Art is real, everything else is fake." "Imperfection needs no improvement."
Friday, April 23, 2010
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