When it came time for me to buy my new Canon, I did my research online, but headed out to Wal-Mart to try out the demo models and make my final decision. I found what I wanted, spent ten-minutes calling over a chubby teenage clerk with pre-plunged and comely neckline, and told her which one to give me. Though it was on display, they didn't have one available for sale.She called the adjacent store, while I continued inconspicuously leering at her pudgy B-cups, and I was soon on my way to the next store over, with their last model put aside for me.
It was a long drive, but my mind was made up. I got there, on an uncommonly hot day, and sweated myself silly in the store trying to pick up my camera. It wasn't there. They had it on display too, but also, no models for sale, even though the other store sent me over to get it.
Sure, they don't know the first thing about the second thing, and they're basically a pack of minimum wage clerks, but what came next pissed me off more than the fact that two stores didn't have the model, despite my most diligent efforts... It was $30 cheaper at Best Buy, and the memory card was cheaper there even still.
Better service, better prices, and not having to deal with disgruntled kids as well? What a great deal all around! Besides, the four-eyed guy at Best Buy had as much cleavage himself, and my odds of landing him couldn't have been much worse.
[Ed note: if you are truly luck you live someplace that doesn't have Walmart stores.]
