My daughter decided to Kanye West mic drop my phone down the stairs so like the last three times she did it, I had to get the glass repaired. Thankfully this Apple Store is close to my house.
I made an appointment and walked in with five minutes to spare. I walked up to the Genius Bar and told them I had an appointment, but they told me I needed to check in with the guy behind me with the iPad. Okay. Cool. Except this was the only guy checking people in and also the one everyone asks very in depth questions to so it took a good 10 minutes waiting in line. I think by the time I got back to the Genius Bar after I checked in it was 15 minutes past my appointment time (and remember, I was five minutes early). The gentleman that assisted me was very nice. He asked me a few questions, had me input my phone password 87 times and I was told it would be an hour and a half. No worries, I'll get my daughter a cupcake across the street and then buy things at the MAC store I don't need (which doesn't take my PRO card-lame). I come back to the Apple Store with about 20 minutes to spare. My daughter and I sit down at the short tables and play with iPads to kill time (wait.. Are those only for kids? Because I totally sat at one next to her for almost a half hour-oh well, zero f*cks). Then when the time comes for me to pick up my phone, I then sit at the Genius Bar and watch my daughter like a hawk (she's really cute, I'd want to steal her if she wasn't mine) and wait.. And wait...and wait. Some people who are not helping any customers behind the bar see me but don't even bother asking if I've been helped or what I need. A quick, "Hey, excuse me? Are you being helped? Oh, you need your phone? Someone on the floor can help you" would have saved me time. I wasn't going to interrupt them while they were helping another customer who also had an appointment. Finally my daughter starts to lose her shit because it is now past nap time. I sit her on a stool next to me and say, "I know baby. I'm sorry. I'm just waiting for someone to acknowledge me." Some guy behind the bar hears this (and I said it so he would-I'm a passive aggressive asshole sometimes). He asked, "I'm sorry. Can I help you with something?" I said, "Yes. I'm here to pick up my phone." He said, "Well you need to go tell someone on the floor and they'll bring it out to you." I said, "Well how am I supposed to know that if nobody explained that to me? I dropped the phone off HERE, so I assumed I pick it up HERE. I'm not aware of Apple Store's etiquette." He changed his tune and then said, "The person who took your phone should have explained to you that when you come back, anyone on the floor can help you and they will deliver your phone and check you out." So he set me up with a guy on the floor, I got my phone, bought my case made out of a military flack jacket, and a glass protector JUST so I won't have to go back there ever. But I did meet a very nice older gentleman while wasting 20 minutes of my life at the Genius Bar for my repaired phone. I'll go back because it's close to my house, but I'll probably just have to deal with workers being annoyed at me for not knowing proper Apple Store rules. Maybe they should make a page on their website to follow before going in there so they don't have to get their panties in a bunch over it. read more