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| - I recently had something of a crisis.
...and by crisis, I mean my computer blew its brains out. After pestering the living piss out of the gentleman next door (he works at Honeywell, but I've added "Free Tech Support for Cassi" to his letterhead for the time being) I was informed that my hard drive was a cheap turd likely manufactured from twigs by an enslaved infant in Thailand, which, I suppose, accounts for its six-month lifespan.
'No big deal,' I thought. 'I'll just head over to the local electronics merchant and pick up a new one.'
I'm a recent (legal, I swear!) English immigrant, and thusly, haven't had the opportunity to experience all the wonders of Phoenix, Fry's Electronics being among them (*Snort* I'm a nerd. We consider these things wonders).
I was completely blown away by the sheer size of the place. It's like a Super Wal-Mart, except sans the roving hordes of unsupervised toddlers with full diapers knocking over everything in sight and screaming in spanish. And filled with expensive things.
First off: a big thumbs up to the architect. Big stone columns and theme-park-style, sand-blasted aging done to the store logo? As I stepped into the glorious air conditioning, I found myself humming the theme to 'Jurassic Park'. And THANK YOU, to whomever laid the store out! The hard drives were right up front, so I didn't have to make a cross-country jaunt to the far corner of the store or anything.
I was immediately accosted by a gentleman with what looked like a fauxhawk hairdo (Cassi didn't wear her contacts that day) and soon enough, the blonde, blurry mass asked if I was finding everything okay. "Like, chya, broseph... I think I'm doing alright." Unpleasant flashbacks to Zia Records.
I was less than thrilled with their prices, but to be fair, I was looking for a REALLY big hard drive, so it would likely be expensive no matter where I got it. I was only bothered two more times, which is slightly less annoying than my same-day trip to Best Buy, where I had to fight my way to the checkout counter by beating their hard-selling associates away with my purse. So... good for Fry's, I guess?
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