The tale tell Guitar Center...
I walk into mine in Houston, with a couple of (what I thought) easy questions and I swear, this is direct dialog...
"I'm trying to hook up my keyboard, that I purchased here, to my midi port, that I purchased here, and then to my software, that I purchased here."
"Uhh. Wha?"
"OK. You have this already setup on your demo system. Could you unplug your keyboard, and plug in that one (pointing to my model) and show me how to configure the software, and keyboard so that I can record a MIDI track?"
"Uhh. Wha?"
"This is the Pro Audio Department isn't it? Do you work this department?"
"Yo. Check it. But, I cans't be jackin' up the demo setups 'G'."
"Do you have a manager that can assist me, please?"
"Yea, yea. I am da managaa."
"Is there anybody here that can help me with this?" (Irritation in voice.)
"Man, dude. Yea, maybe. But that MIDI is old tech, dawg. Everybody now's, goin' to EBS/ACU (Yea, he got the initials wrong.) You checked out the new Mics we's got in?"
He starts walking to the mic counter. (Prick)
At this point, things become ugly. All those with a weak stomach, please pass up this post.
My eyes became quite fuzzy. I approached him at the mic counter, and asked him to show me a B.L.U.E. Dragonfly "cause I heard I can get good rhymns out of it." He hands me the BLUE and I throw it on the floor in front of him. Shocked, he bends down to pick it up and I grab his mangled head and begin pounding it into the cabinet. Like a madman, I begin screaming, "IDIOT ON COUNTER 5! IDIOT ON COUNTER 5!"
And, like any cheesy '80s B movie scene, the fog clears and I realize that is was just a momentary fantasy.
As quick as my two little feet could carry me, I ran from that useless waste of flesh.
I return only on the big sale, be there before we open, everything must go, days. F@#ers are too busy behind the counter to mess with me and I get to pick the bones of last years stock.
Blind Cowboy...