how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
I'm not one for talkin' bad about people, but... So I was over at a store for work. Let's call it Eciffo Xam. At Eciffo Xam, I needed to pick up a PS/2 extension cable. (If your computer is less than three years old, and you plug your mouse and keyboard into circular ports in your computer -- yeah. Those are PS/2 ports.) I had just made it to the appropriate rack at Eciffo Xam, looking for the extension cable, and along comes a clerk. This is the actual conversation within a few words.
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Can I help you?
Um, yeah. I'm looking for a PS/2 extension cable.
PS/2, PS/2. [Pause.] Here we go. [Points at basic six-outlet power strips.] Here are our PS/2 power strips.
What?
Here are our PS/2 power strips.
No, no, I...um, I mean, uh, what I need is an extension cable for a mouse or a keyboard. For newer computers, but not a USB extender.
[Long pause.] Do you need a new mouse?
What?
Do you need a new mouse?
No. I have a mouse. I just need to make it reach the computer, which is why I need an extension cable.
[Long pause.] Would you like me to show you our mice?
[Long pause.] Uh, yeah. Sure.
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So I went with him to the mouses, and he incorrectly explained some of the mouses' features -- he thought that an optical mouse meant it didn't have a cord. I couldn't get away from him soon enough.
The moral: Look. I don't care if you have no idea what a PS/2 extension cable is. Most of the people reading this post won't. But man, if are a salesperson and you don't know something, please admit it and find someone who does, please? Don't waste my time, por favor.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
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i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.