November 30, 2006
Say your Goodbyes to Fry's
I just got back from my last visit to Fry's. I must be turning into a really great crusty curmudgeon.
I wandered around for a while and grabbed a few computery bits. Then I decided I'd grab a Mini SD card for my phone while I was there. I went to the camera section, figuring that they'd be there. Looked around for a few minutes, and found Micro SD cards, regular SD cards, but the only Mini SD cards on the shelf were 512MB (I need more room than that).
I asked a helpful salesperson, who said that I should try the parts desk, as they handle most of the portable digital media type stuff.
I sauntered over, waited in line for ~20 minutes while the one poor salesperson that was working handled the woman in front of me (she pretty much didn't have a clue about computer parts but was trying to build a new PC herself, so I can understand the delay).
When I rolled up, I asked about Mini SD cards. "Yep, we have them, 1GB for $24.99, 2GB for $49.99." I asked for the 2GB card. Then Privacy reared her head.
"Sure thing, sir. What's your phone number?"
I hate junk mail. Most of all, I hate cold calls. I used to work at Radio Shack, when I was in high school. I was an idealist. A fictitious man by the name of Yeoman Smith, who lived on Grist Mill Court, conveniently next door to one of my Radio Shack coworkers, was my best customers. Yeoman Smith purchased thousands of dollars of merchandise from our store. One month, he bought ten of the same model 4-head VCR.
"Sorry, I don't have one of those."
"Well then I need your address."
"Sorry, I don't have one of those either."
"I'm sorry, sir, we can't sell anything to you without that information."
I turned around and pointed to the 512MB mini SD card on the shelf behind me.
"I'm sorry, sir, but it's store policy. I have to have this information."
At this point, I thought I should probably just make up a name and make up an address. Still, I hate backing down on privacy issues. If I don't want to give a company my personal info, I shouldn't have to.
"Is there a manager I can talk to about your store policy?"
"Yes, sir, but you're going to have to wait until I finish with the rest of the customers."
At this point, there were 15 or so people in line behind me. I opted not to keep them waiting, thanked the salesperson for his time, and put the hard drive, drive controller, and card reader that I was purchasing back on the shelf in their respective locations. Then I walked out, never to shop at a Fry's again.







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