Mishaps at record stores
matamatic
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So I'm out looking for records the other day and pull out some okay stuff. Some hip hop I passed up on back in the day and what not. Couldn't find too much hip hop I needed so I start lookin in the soul section and pull out an lp I want to listen to. When I was done browsing around I check out the record at the listening station. Played the first song and decided I wanted to buy it. Go to the counter to pay( took a while because a few of them hadn't been priced, including the soul record). Gives me a price for the whole stack and I say cool and pay... Get back to the hotel and the records not there???!!! DAG....
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I realize DJ's are shady, but these guys are just boneheads.
I told a friend that story and he told me about the time he got a transformer from them got it home and realized the trasformer in the box was not what was labled on the box. He took it back and they said "how do we know you didn't use it a bring it back". He flipped! "Because it doesn't fit my mixer! The box was mis labeled!" He had to have a 10 min bitch session before they finally gave in.
Dude? I would've taken my $50 worth back, or I would've tried to burn that fucker to the ground.
- spidey
Seriously-- it's shit like that that makes me want to chuck bricks through store windows.
I hate it when you find a nice deal in the stacks at a record store, then bring it up to the counter and the clerk plays that, "Oh, that wasn't supposed to be out on the floor, it's from the private collection" game.
I recently made a trip to the store, and when I got back I was missing a container of yogurt and some aloe Irish Spring soap. I done got played again by the supermarket.
HAHAHAHA
Yeah, but whats the worst is when you get the strong urge to dump when you are in the middle of digging...Most record store that I go to either don't let the public use the toilet or they have it locked and you have to get a key...So you have to go up there and get the key and come back 20 min. later, and they know you just blew up their toilet...How akward? I usually dig on the weedends after I had been out partying the night b4, so its usually pretty foul anyways...Nevertheless the urge always pops up...
holding in their deuces until they can get somewhere
private and comfortable. I mean, yeah, there's always
that one time when you have a double latte after eating
a rice & beans platter el pastor, and there can be no
waiting - but me, personally, unless I am at defcon 2
I am doing everything I can to avoid sitting on a public
toilet seat. And that's word.
I used to let everyone use the one bathroom in the shop but one guy ruined it. We were pretty busy one Saturday night and dude asked if we had a bathroom. "Sure" I said. Guy was in there for a good 20 minutes. He finally came out sweating and panting and wiping his brow. The entire store stunk and I had to clean the toilet. Never again.
I bought from this old jamaican guy in central FL, not a store, just a guy. I would bring my selections to him after rummaging around in his garage and he would have to listen to every album slowly. Then if he wanted to keep it (90% of them) he would quietly drop it behind a chair or throw it under a table, but not say anything to me, so by the end he had basically re-hidden everything I picked out. And I'm standing there saying "now I KNOW there was a jackie mittoo in here..."
I went back more times than I should have to deal with that bullshit.
I mean, they still belong to the guy, god forbid he should want to keep some of them...
So true. And if Im finding great records I get excited, and when I get excited I have to take the browns to the super bowl even more so.
That happened to me, only they charged me for it without me realising... $10 for Sergio Mendes?
Was it this one?
Ten dollars!?
Dude got over!
People unload boxes upon boxes of free shit to our shop too, and usually its the garbage we pass on. Free does not equal $$$$. Keeping the doors open at a record shop is tough... especially when you must rely on cheapskate customers to support you.
Yeah, I'm a real baller! Seriously though, paying for records you don't want isn't a good look. But at least my bowels don't me any problems.