No, my BOYfriend
I headed over to Best Buy today to exchange the Simpsons season 6 DVD set my guy got me for Christmas. I love the show on a level few can understand, and that season has a bunch of gems, but the first disk came with a smudge that refused to be cleaned. As a clearly defective product, I didn’t think there should be any trouble exchanging it, so of course the store wouldn’t take it back. Why not? He paid in cash and didn’t keep the receipt, so there was no proof it was purchased there. (Borders didn’t mind and gave me a new disk without any fuss.)
Besides the backwards policy (it’s not as if I was bootlegging it—I wanted the same thing!), I was a bit miffed when the BB person asked me who I got it from. “My boyfriend,” I told him.
“Your girlfriend?” he asked.
“My boyfriend,” I repeated.
In his reply, that became “your… friend.”
It’s amazing how unwilling some people are to make simple verbal concessions like that. He’s definitely my boyfriend, whether or not the customer service guy at the Princeton Best Buy approves.
CSGATPBB was actually an otherwise nice guy, I should note. But I always find it frustrating when people refuse to acknowledge my relationship with mon amour, because I don’t think that’s the appropriate situation for anyone to make a political stand. Really, how much is it to ask that my love not be turned into a protest rally? But then, they didn’t event take back their own defective merchandise, so I guess I just have unrealistic goals of the customer service department.
As my boyfriend put it so succinctly: “They’re like the Wal-Mart of electronics stores.”