matonanjin
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Please shoot me.
I know what the outcome is going to be. I always know. And yet, every few years I go back there.... Please help me.
Many years ago I had purchased a Fender Blues, Jr. 3 amp there. The reverb went out on it so I took it back there yesterday to see if they had ideas/could help me. Doing this is no minor undertaking. My wonderful wife carried it to the car for me. We got there and she parked at the car at the curb in front of the store. I thought I could get it from the car inside. Struggling, I did manage to do so. Obviously struggling, I am met by a kid with an annoying smirk who was clearly enjoying said struggling, "We don't work on amps."
Me, "I know that but a couple years ago, I brought it in for the same thing, the Reverb was out, and someone helped me."
Kid, maintaining annoying smirk, "We don't work on amps".
Me, "I said I know that. But a nice guy named Erin fixed it for me. Is he here?"
Kid, "Erin no longer works here. We don't work on amps."
Fortunately, we are a society of laws. And, also fortunately, I considered the consequences of the different ways I was considering of removing his smirk.
This is the PRS forum and posts should relate to PRS. Understood.
In January, 2017, I decided I was going to purchase my first PRS. My wife and I were having lunch and I announced this. But the locally owned store in town is not a dealer. A while later she shows me her phone displaying the local GC inventory of PRS guitars. If you could appreciate what a technological feat this was for my wife you would be suitably impressed! We finish lunch and off to the local Guitar Center. But not before my wife announces that it's our anniversary so if I find something I like it would be her gift. I pay the lunch tab in a hurry!
We get to GC, walk in, and a kid is walking by. Me:, "Can you tell me where the PRS guitars are?". Kid, without slowing his step the least amount, "Yeah. They're on that wall", pointing in the general direction of North, and he then disappears.
I wait and wait and finally another GC employee shows up and I ask him the same question. His response, "Let me get someone to help you". That someone never showed. At this point I seriously considered standing on an amp and shouting, "If someone will help me you will get the sales credit for an expensive guitar!". I didn't. But what this delay did provide was the time for yet another technological triumph by my wife. She showed me her phone again and said that there is a guitar shop in Council Bluffs that has PRS guitars. We walked out, drove the 40 minutes across the river. The guy there, the owner, probably spent 2 hours handing me PRS guitars and I walked out with my first one.
What does the 2017 experience have to do with anything? With yesterday's experience? Because when my wife and I left the Guitar Center in 2017 I swore I would never go back there again! But yet I still did it! Memory fades with time. So I am back to my original thought.
If I ever think about going back to Guitar Center again, please shoot me. Don't kill me. Just shoot me and inflict a lot of pain. As I think about it, probably a level of pain consistent with going in a Guitar Center. I said we are a nation of laws. If I'm still alive I will testify it was a gun accident. You won't be charged.
I know what the outcome is going to be. I always know. And yet, every few years I go back there.... Please help me.
Many years ago I had purchased a Fender Blues, Jr. 3 amp there. The reverb went out on it so I took it back there yesterday to see if they had ideas/could help me. Doing this is no minor undertaking. My wonderful wife carried it to the car for me. We got there and she parked at the car at the curb in front of the store. I thought I could get it from the car inside. Struggling, I did manage to do so. Obviously struggling, I am met by a kid with an annoying smirk who was clearly enjoying said struggling, "We don't work on amps."
Me, "I know that but a couple years ago, I brought it in for the same thing, the Reverb was out, and someone helped me."
Kid, maintaining annoying smirk, "We don't work on amps".
Me, "I said I know that. But a nice guy named Erin fixed it for me. Is he here?"
Kid, "Erin no longer works here. We don't work on amps."
Fortunately, we are a society of laws. And, also fortunately, I considered the consequences of the different ways I was considering of removing his smirk.
This is the PRS forum and posts should relate to PRS. Understood.
In January, 2017, I decided I was going to purchase my first PRS. My wife and I were having lunch and I announced this. But the locally owned store in town is not a dealer. A while later she shows me her phone displaying the local GC inventory of PRS guitars. If you could appreciate what a technological feat this was for my wife you would be suitably impressed! We finish lunch and off to the local Guitar Center. But not before my wife announces that it's our anniversary so if I find something I like it would be her gift. I pay the lunch tab in a hurry!
We get to GC, walk in, and a kid is walking by. Me:, "Can you tell me where the PRS guitars are?". Kid, without slowing his step the least amount, "Yeah. They're on that wall", pointing in the general direction of North, and he then disappears.
I wait and wait and finally another GC employee shows up and I ask him the same question. His response, "Let me get someone to help you". That someone never showed. At this point I seriously considered standing on an amp and shouting, "If someone will help me you will get the sales credit for an expensive guitar!". I didn't. But what this delay did provide was the time for yet another technological triumph by my wife. She showed me her phone again and said that there is a guitar shop in Council Bluffs that has PRS guitars. We walked out, drove the 40 minutes across the river. The guy there, the owner, probably spent 2 hours handing me PRS guitars and I walked out with my first one.
What does the 2017 experience have to do with anything? With yesterday's experience? Because when my wife and I left the Guitar Center in 2017 I swore I would never go back there again! But yet I still did it! Memory fades with time. So I am back to my original thought.
If I ever think about going back to Guitar Center again, please shoot me. Don't kill me. Just shoot me and inflict a lot of pain. As I think about it, probably a level of pain consistent with going in a Guitar Center. I said we are a nation of laws. If I'm still alive I will testify it was a gun accident. You won't be charged.
