Allow me a rant. IF YOU WANT TO RETURN SOMETHING, GET OFF THE D*** PHONE LONG ENOUGH TO TELL ME IF THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT.
Por lo mano de Christo, would you want to buy something some other cretin returned while they were yakking away on their cell phone and I ask twice - in two languages - "IS THERE ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT?" - and all I get is a blank stare back?
So this guy rolls up with a stereo unit - it's one of those ones in the red Magnavox boxes if you must know - and yes, we take a lot of those back. (Cheap Korean crap)
He and the girlfriend both have a buggy, but he's totally ignoring her and blathering away in English and Spanish on his cell phone. He's talking about getting a new speaker. He digs a wadded-up receipt out of his pocket, literally throws it on the counter and goes back to hollering into the phone.
I find the stereo system on the receipt and ask him in English if there's anything wrong with the one he has. He gives me a dirty look for interrupting his conversation and then that blank "Me no understand" stare. So I switch to Spanish. Crickets.
I look at the girlfriend, hoping maybe she's wearing the brain cells. No. She's just wearing an unfortunate crop top that shows off her muffin top, a blue-jean skirt and some dirty blonde hair that could have been by design or not having been washed for four days.
I look back at him (who has since returned to jabbering on the phone) and go "IS IT BROKE? NO FUNCIONA?" I swear, I could see the words bounce off.
So then the genius hands me the cell phone. I ask the person on the other end what the story was. "Oh yeah man, it broke. It no make good music."
Thank you. Thank you very frelling much.