Well, my old Sony digital camera finally expired and absolutely refuses to take another picture, even though it powers up and the zoom lens still works. So I've decided on a $950 Canon that will run close to $1200 by the time I get all the doodads I want with it since I'm rather serious about starting Chad Fox Photography.
When I first went in the store with my friend Chris A., a morbidly obese, hairy, and ill-mannered man with a head the size of a pumpkin (and I suspect his canyon-like buttcrack had the distinct whiff of fecal matter) ignored me for a few minutes before he looked up at me and said in a rather annoyed tone, "Do you need something?"
"Oh no, motherfucker, no you DIDN'T," was my first thought. I opened my mouth to release a rather terse reply when my friend Chris beat me to it.
"Yeah, we were interested in looking at some digital cameras. We realize you were busy, but a simple 'I'll be right with you' would be much preferrable to you ignoring us for a few minutes."
Mr. Fred Flintstone-head looked at us and said, "Yeah, will this guy just drove here 2 hours and I'm spending time with him right this second."
At this point, I turned on my heel and thought "Fuck this shit," and made a beeline for the door, fully intent on going to Costco or Best Buy and spending my $1200 where someone would actually talk to me when I walked in. Chris, a former courtroom attorney with extensive experience in litigation, continued to berate him for a few seconds as I banged the door open. You see, one of my biggest pet peeves, in addition to being swarmed by salespeople, is being ignored by salespeople when I walk into a store like that. It's one thing to be in a clothing store and not wanting to be bothered, but in a camera store when one walks up to a counter and attempts to make eye contact with a salesperson it's a different situation altogether. Every retail situation is different. A good salesperson will be able to read each individual situation and respond accordingly. Anyone lacking these skills has no business being a salesperson and instead should be snaking out shitplugs from sewer lines in West Oakland.
But I digress.
Walking back to the car, I decided to give Mr. Tons-O-Fuck Stinky Crack a piece of my mind, so I once again whirled around and headed straight back into the store. However, I was instantly distracted, for out of the corner of my eye I saw someone familiar.
Standing behind the counter was someone I've known since I was 16 years old, Jacki P. from Chesterland, Ohio. I haven't seen Jacki for at least 3 years (I saw her walking in the lower Haight one day), and before that it had been at least a year since I saw her on a CalTrain platform in Palo Alto (a random, surreal experience). Prior to that, the last time I saw her was at my going-away party 3 days before I left Cleveland for Air Force basic training.
I walked up to Jacki with a huge smile on my face. Her eyes flew wide open and she exclaimed, "Chad!" She ran from behind the counter and gave me a huge hug, where we squeezed each other tight. It was a rather happy reunion, and not only am I going to be hanging out with an old friend who I miss dearly (we've been through ALL SORTS of trouble together...you should have seen us when we were 18 and 19, respectively) but I'm getting the camera I need at a good price.
Not to mention Jacki is getting a pretty hefty commission from me.
Moral of the story: Don't be rude to Chad Fox.