Three little nerds were standing around the store computer talking about their day or some boring bullshit. When they were done talking one asked if I needed help. Oh no the fuck you didn't! "No, I don't need help. Please continue with your conversation." Hells no I wasn't nice about it either. He asked, "Um, are you being sarcastic?" What the fuck do you think junior? "No, I don't need your help. I've helped myself." By then I actually had helped myself, but I could have used that little assturd's help about 15 minutes prior.
So I venture to CompUSA to look for a power cord. This is a fucking computer store, so they should have one, right? Well they did, but they had about one employee for every 10 customers that night. I found a cord, but there wasn't a price for it. I searched every tag there, and there was not one for this fucking cord. SHIT! I stand behind someone who works in the store, hoping he will acknowledge me yet he never does. He continues to try and get 90 year old granny to buy a fucking super computer and he wasn't going to speak to me if his life depended on it.
I google texted for the number to the store, and my phone making noise got the old lady's attention, but not the losery bastard helping her. Prick! So, still standing there, I call and get the price for the item in my hand then leave. The power cord was $99. The one at Best Buy was $119, but I got a $40 gift card because the one I bought had been previously opened. That's not bad, but it means I have to go back to that fucking store to spend the gift card.