At breakfast this morning, I reached for my favorite part of the Sunday paper--the Circuit City section. Actually, that's not true. My favorite part is the Best Buy section, but Circuit City is probably my second favorite. I'm in the market for a new car radio, so I was happy to see that a CD player with the features I wanted was on sale. And lookee here! It's on sale at Circuit City for $30 less than at Best Buy!
So, after my hospital rounds, I went south to the closest Circuit City, which is still well out of my way, but worth the drive for a good bargain. I walked over to the car stereo department. This was the conversation as I approached:
Actually, first they ignored me. But after a while, this was the conversation:
Me: Hi, I'm here about the car CD you have advertised in this morning--
Circuit City Moron: Yeah I'm pretty sure we don't have that one.
Me: 's ad...did you say you're out?
CCM: Yeah, pretty sure.
Me: I didn't tell you which one yet.
Me: The JVC that plays MP3s, for $139?
CCM: Yeah, we're out.
Me: When did you run out? The sale started an hour ago?
CCM: We've been out for a while. You can't go by the ads. That's a national advertisement. It has nothing to do with what's in our store.
Me: Well, your national advertisement showed up on my local front porch, and that's why I'm here.
CCM: Well, we don't have any. Maybe we'll get some in this week. Maybe not. We have some others you can look at.
Yeah, some others that are more expensive.
Well, I realized I was getting nowhere with this bozo, so I went to look for another bozo, the store manager. He was busy talking to an elderly couple. For a while. Actually I was starting to feel bad for him. From what I could tell, it sounded a lot like the kinds of discussions I have with elderly couples. But after a while, he finished and he noticed that I wanted his attention.
He probably noticed because I was staring right at him from a distance of about 3 feet. Still, it took him a while to acknowledge me. I showed him the circular, which I had just picked up off the store counter.
Store Manager Moron: Can I help you?
Me: You see this radio you have advertised? Well I drove all the way down here for it, and apparently, you didn't have any when you opened this morning.
SMM: Yeah, well that's a national ad, and we don't have anything to do with that.
Me: Yeah, well it's a national ad for your store, so you really should have something to do with it.
SMM: Well, people come down here all the time looking for stuff in the ads--
Me: Imagine that.
SMM: --and sometimes we don't have it. We can't always be responsible for what they print.
Me: Actually, I think the Attorney General of Wisconsin thinks otherwise. There's something called "Bait and Switch." I heard about it on All in the Family. It's against the law.
SMM: Hold, on, we didn't say you can't have it. We can special order it for you. It'll be here in 7-10 days.
Me: That's nice, but I won't be here in 7-10 days. I'm here now. And you advertised something in this morning's paper at a ridiculously low price that you don't have. That sounds like a scam to me. I think I'll just go across the street to Best Buy and get it there.
But I didn't. I was so sick of the whole situation that I just decided to go home. There is a place where I can file a complaint online. But I didn't actually buy anything, so I'm not sure if it's worth filling out.
I'm thinking about just going to one of those car stereo places instead. I need to start supporting the little guys more.
I don't think I'll be reading the Circuit City section anymore over Sunday breakfast. I'm already getting indigestion just thinking about it.