Took me damn near an hour to buy something from Frys Electronics.
I was helping my Uncle purchase a television since he's weak from chemotherapy. So I borrowed his flat bed truck and went on to Frys to get. I get there and there's one guy working the entire television section. He's at the cash register, so I walk up to him and ask him if they have the television in stock. He asks me to walk over and show him the television, and as we're walking to it, I get there and turn around to find out that the motherfucker stops to help a family looking at televisions along the way.
I'm like aight, maybe dude's just answering a quick question. I sat there 5 minutes. Still helping em. 10 minutes. Still helping em. 15 minutes. This Lee Van Cleef on his death bed looking motherfucker is still helping them. I walk over back to the front near the register, in hopes that someone else would start manning the area. But naw, it was just his sorry ass. I finally see the family walk off with him, and of course they didn't buy shit. I meet eyes with the dude, and he just disregards my presence and walks back near the television and helps some other dude around my age.
I walked over to him, and asked if he planned on getting me the television, and dude had the balls to say "I'm helping this gentleman, I can't just walk away from him."
So I'm like
By now, a middle aged Hispanic dude had been waiting almost as long as I had. We shot each other a look, like "same shit, different day." I don't want to say it was racism, but all parties in question just happened to be white. And all of those put on the back burner, just happened to be minorities. Anyways, I went back up front. I tried stopping some other workers walking by, but they all said they don't work the area. After a while he walks back up to the register and prepares their quote to take up to the register. I overhear him saying that he has to get the key from the manager. After printing out their quote, damn near 25-30 minutes later, dude comes up to me and is like "you still looking to get that projector?" I wanted to go off right there, but I'm like "naw, I'll give the commission to someone else." For those that don't know, Fry's sales floor workers are 100% commission.
Manager comes, an old African woman from the motherland, and before she walks off I pull her aside and tell her the situation. She apologizes, carries out the order herself and assures me that nothing like this will happen again. As I'm walking away with the television, I see homegirl
tearing into dude's ass. He shoots me a look, and I threw up a thumbs up with a huge ass grin and walked off.