Yay! They’re finally done asking us for our address whenever we go to buy a frickin’ battery at Radio Shack. Next up: DNA samples.
NOTE: No offense is meant to the many fine employees of Radio Shack. Not that any of them read this blog…
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If Radio Shack employees no longer ask for addresses, how are they going to know where to go for Sam Adams beer and donuts?
They just know….. they just know.
Now THAT’S just plain scary!!
Priorities, priorities… Go on with all your minioning, I know where my priorities are…
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