I had grand plans of taking a cute photoshoot (to rival all other cute photoshoots) with Mike today, but I left my camera battery in Asheville. Yea, I forgot to pack something. What a weird concept. I never forget anything. I don’t leave wallets in hotel rooms in Germany, phone chargers in different states, nothing like that ever happens to me.
So anyway, I decided to scour Aiken county for a store that might sell a battery for my D40. I called Chris’ Camera in downtown first, and to my horror, they’re closed on Sundays. Oh well. Sabbath. Whatever. Then I called Sears’ electronics department. They don’t sell them in store but they can order them. Well, that’s just perfect considering I want it NOW NOW NOW.
Then I called Wal-Mart. The first time I called it rang for about half a decade and then made a really loud high pitched noise so I hung up. I called back, not wanting the phone demon to get the best of me.
“No, I mean you’ll have to come in to the store and actually shop.” Then he laughed this really disgusting nerdy chuckle that I can only equate to Steve Carrell’s character in Dinner for Schmucks.
-“Okay, thanks.” I guess the thought of working for his money was the most gut wrenching thought he’d been saddled with since this morning when he decided whether to wear his Che Guevara shirt or his I’m not anti-social, I just hate you shirt.
He probably just wanted to get off work to go hang out with his girlfriend.
Thanks, Wal-Mart, for all you do to aggravate me and waste my time.
Disgruntled and on the verge of stealing Mike’s shotgun and heading over to WalMart to introduce myself to a few key employees, I got back online and continued to search for a store.
Radio Shack. A large chain like radio shack would have batteries, right? I mean, if I owned a radio shack, I’d have batteries for the D40. So I called.
OKAY COOL, SO THE ONLY PEOPLE ANSWERING PHONES TODAY ARE RECRUITS FOR THE A-HOLE OF THE CENTURY CLUB. NEATO!
-“Oh ok, thank you.” YOU’RE LUCKY I CAN’T DROP KICK YOU IN THE CROTCH THROUGH THIS PHONE.
So I found the number for Batteries Plus.
After it rang endlessly into the next millennium, I Googled it and turns out it’s closed on Sunday.
That’s great. So the only two stores closed on Sundays are the only two stores in the world that I actually want to go to on a Sunday.
This was a good read. Haha.I hate calling stores, or schools, or anything like that.
You are just so freaking funny. And you think the exact same things I do. As Lynn said above, you are a great writer!!