We've got some pretty nice folks in our local Radio Shack. You can tell any
of them what you're looking for, and they'll nod and point you to the rear
of the store where all the electronic parts are.

I kind of miss that they don't ask your name anymore when you buy
something -- it was always fun to say something like "George Tirebiter" with
a straight face and watch them try to punch it into their computer without
cracking up.

I still get catalogs with some hilarious aliases.

-- Stinger

"tommyknocker" wrote in message
...
Joe wrote:

Similar thing happened to me 2 years ago (I posted it here),
I wanted parts to make a dipole and got so disgusted with a guy in neon
colored clothing following me around tying to sell me a phone, satellite
dish, credit card. The chimp finally say's, what are you looking for can
I
help.
I had enough and respond angry :
I just want to make a dipole for this cool glowbug I found at the curb
last
week ! Don't need no F** cellphone plan, 400 watt woofers, dancing
dice,
plasma globes. Just need some ferrets, eggs , copper wire, 58 and be on
with
it !
....damm !!!
The guy says "this isn't that kind of store, please leave before I call
the
cops"

ROTFLMAO! What did he think you wanted, adult entertainment?

-Joe



"Chuck Reti" wrote in message
Not quite rifraff, but, a quite elderly, crotchety old guy was in a
local RS, trying to finish buying, yes, a CB RADIO.
He kept hollering to a confused teenaged salesgirl, "wurz the aar-ull?
Needs a aar-ull!" Just before I was going to have mercy and chime in,
another RS-er finally figured out he meant an Antenna (formerly known
as
an aerial), found a magmount and sent him on his way.
-
Chuck Reti
WV8A
Detroit MI

I didn't know that there were old men with Southern accents in Detroit.