Worst Buy
Cutriss writes "Steve Lynch of Hypothermia has been running a consumer awareness page following of an Internet pricing disagreement between Best Buy and over 2000 angry customers, where Best Buy refused to honor a web-only sale price of a GeForce4 Ti 4600 for $129.99, at a "Special pre-order price". The situation has escalated further - Rod Hill, Store Manager for Best Buy #513 in Tucker/Dekalb County, GA, had a customer arrested on Friday of last week, citing Fraud and Criminal Trespassing. Hill informed police that Abraham Cherian, an Indian American, was trying to rip off the store, the same store that had conceded to give another customer his video card as requested 10 days earlier. Best Buy is now apparently red-flagging inquiring troublemak^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hcustomers who attempt to obtain their purchased cards from Best Buy locations." FWIW, if the description of what happened is accurate, Best Buy has entered into a binding contract to sell the cards at the advertised price, and if they don't want to honor it, the people affected should take them to court (or contact their local Attorney General's office, which is what they appear to be doing). It's Best Buy's obligation to make sure their prices are accurate.
(there, your reputation has now been damaged - feel free to sue Best Buy for false arrest and damaging your reputation)
My beliefs do not require that you agree with them.
Apu: Today, I am no longer an Indian living in America. I am an Indian-American.
Lisa: You know, in a way, all Americans are immigrants. Except, of course Native Americans.
Homer: Yeah, Native Americans like us.
Lisa: No, I mean American Indians.
Apu: Like me.
He said, "Kid, we only got one question. Have you ever been arrested?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Best Buy incident, with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever go to court?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Best Buy ad and the twenty seven gazillion polygons per second with the textures and blitters and the paragraph beside the ad, explainin' what each feature was, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group B. Now, kid!"
And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group B's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the company after committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there. Shoplifters. Receipt forgers. Receipt lifters! Receipt lifters sitting right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest receipt lifter of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and didn't get the Geforce." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" And I said, "Defrauding a corporation." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "And refusing to leave the store." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, shop forging, receipt lifting, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the HR director came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said:
and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there, and I filled out the incident with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words:I went over to the HR director, said, "Director, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group B bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join your company, fake accounting reports, forge requisitions, and lie to customers, after bein' arrested for trying to trick Best Buy about a video card price." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send your fingerprints off to Corporate."
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