I had some files I needed to have printed from my computer. I found an old CD R/W that was a little beat up, and thought I should make use of it. It was just three documents, so there'd be no real issue with scratches. It wrote to the CD fine. \r
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I'm an easy to please guy, but even I have pet peeves. I hate when I go to a store, and am asked if I need help. Then, after saying, "Yes.", the associate treats me like I'm worthless. \r
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Anyway, I walk in, and said, "Hi. I need 4 copies of these..." and the punk behind the counter interrupts and says, "$4.99 each" I said, "5 bucks? Are you joking me?" He then, pulls out a price book for copying DVDs and starts talking slowly and condescending, while pointing at each price and looking at me. I said, "No, man, we have a miscommunication, here. What I wanted to say was there are documents on this that I need copies of..." He then, interrupts again, and says, "OH NO! You said DVD!" This punk kid is pushing my buttons, at this point. I glanced a
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