I went to Myer to buy a stereo and immediately the signs
weren’t good. In the middle of all this technology there was a dirty bucket
collecting drips from the ceiling. I tried to get the attention of a
salesperson but he told me he knew nothing about stereos and to wait for the
one other guy who was tending to a ninety year old lady. Despite the place
being pretty much a ghost town I waited so long I just about saw an entire
episode of Days of Our Lives on the big TVs that surrounded me.
Eventually the very depressed sales attendant slumped over. I
can’t blame him for being depressed - I’ve seen hospital wards that were more
uplifting than the technology department of Myer. I really don’t think the
lighting was doing anything for his complexion either because he looked
slightly zombieish.
He wasn’t keen on selling the model I wanted because it was
the last one and it seemed like finding the box for it was going to be way too
difficult. He suggested I go back to Bing Lee. Clearly he wasn’t selling on
commission.
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