-- My Staples Saga
Part 3
"The Light at the End of the Tunnel"
I hear the raucous yak yak of the loud specimens beside me. My peace is at their mercy. They have none. TMI intrudes my precious memory space reserved for tons and tons of fruitful information. Nevertheless, there's no pout in my face, but a smile.
I'm on the N train on my way to Staples on Astoria Blvd.
Yes. I shall enter the store, ask for Mike just as Sabrina from Staples Woodside instructed me to do, and he shall have the black Sony walkman ready for me. Once again I will ride the Subway in visual and hearing isolation; you don't exist.
"Hello, I'm Javier M, I'm here to see Mike about a Sony walkman..."
"Hold, let me go get him..." -she says. I look around at this Staples and it is just as big as the one I had visited yesterday. However, this Staples didn't have the huge racks I saw on the other one, meaning there might be less of the bulky items in display. Everything else seems in order; big numbing aisles, red clad staff going to and fro, and a myriad of office/home supplies to stock your life and being a healthy capitalist.
"Here sir..." -she says interrupting my analysis. Immediately I feel an artery bursting. Lo and Behold she has in her hand the same iPod like mp3 abomination that I was offered at Staples 34th St.
Pout. Lock and Load: "No, no, no.... I want a U-S-B- feature on my MP3 player; I already explained this yesterday, and I was told you had a model for me waiting and...." - I finish my complain with the best composure that I can muster. She calls Mike in, he seem like a very nice guy and is aware of my problem, so I explain the situation once again. He looks at me apologetically, and says:
"We had the USB walkman here yesterday, but one of my orderlies, unfortunately sent it by mistake this morning with another cargo... but relax, we can get it in back tomorrow"
"Are you SURE it is an exact replica of this - I pull my horrible white walkman from my backpack - but in black?"
"Yes"
"Fine. I'll come back tomorrow after work"
20 minutes later; Raucous. Boisterous. TMI
24 hours later, the mechanical doors at Staples once again whirled to suffer my passing.
"Hi" -I say to the attendant from yesterday, she recognizes me and so I ask her: "Did it arrive? My Sony walkman?"
"I dunno" -she says, while calling Mike on the intercom. Then she says: "I think some U-boats came in this morning"
Come again?
"Uh, did you just said U-Boat?, what's that?" -I ask.
"That's our daily dispatcher, we call it U-Boat" - she says obviously not knowing what I know.
"Well, just be careful when you mention that word in front of any of your senior citizens, you hear?" - I say smiling.
Suddenly I see Mike approaching and I immediately detect something wrong in his eyes.
They didn't have my black Sony.
"I'm sorry, we do seem to have one in stock, and I had it here two days ago; they will bring it to the store but I'm not sure when... please give your cell phone number and I'll let you know" - he said, visibly sorry.
I couldn't hide my disappointment, and was about to give up, when Mike decided to make the best a decision a manager could in this situation: "Listen, you can open and use the white mp3 player until we get the other one; someday I'll call you and you can come pick-it up"
"You mean I can open this one, peruse it and then when the other one comes, trade it in used?"
"Yes" - he says. I walk out of Staples and go home.
And so it ends; using this white walk man and roaming the streets with my music, waiting for the day when Staples will call so I can finally have what I want. There was a light at the end of the tunnel after all.... but it was white.
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