Aaaah oh god, retail. Retail, retail, retail. What can't you do. We all have our bizarre stories about retail, especially if you actually work in some retail environment. For some reason, whenever 90% of the population walks into a retail store, they cease becoming humans and become customers. Somehow this ever-bewildering creature acquires this sense of self-importance as their money becomes purest gold and rarest of materials. It must be hoarded, rationalized, disputed, and judged within the hallowed walls of the building that now belongs to them somehow. Sale signs are subjective, expiration dates do not exist, and managers are a means to an end. Truly a bizarro-world of madness. I have a utterly tremendous collection of stories on www.customerssuck.com but I am loathe to share the links to them due to an account association. However, suffice it to say, they are horrific, unfathomable, unrealistic yet quite real, and wrought with despair and loathing. Or perhaps I'm just exaggerating and I meet a lot of people who are just naturally confused, thrifty, or are having a bad day. That is a possibility. Sadly, that possibility goes completely out the window when you think that the person behind the counter is less than human. Who hasn't made mistakes? How does a person forget that? Worst of all is the person who thinks they know better than the person who has spent years behind that counter. There is a story on notalwaysright.com who put a USB receiver from a wireless keyboard and mouse physically inside the computer rather than into a USB slot, and then completely berated the techs for not knowing a thing about computers. How can you defend a person like that? They wouldn't be techs for very long if they didn't know how USB ports work, and this 'customer' is the one who couldn't figure out how Tab A fits into Slot A despite there only being one slot that even remotely resembles it. Oh, I apologize; I seem to be ranting. I have much to rant about.