The boy that works at Future Shop
corrected me on a detail of
the laptop I was considering for purchase
and he seemed so happy to do so
that I wondered if that was all that there was for him
and what that said about the state of our nation
as I impatiently stood in the aisle
under the bright lights so glaring and inhumane
with remote control helicopters
menacingly circling my position
and I’ve been hung-over as fuck for
the second day now.
I got my merchandise
was polite to the inept cashier
and strolled out into the night a happy man
because I was now going to the pub
where under lights mellow and warm
there was always someone ready to hand you a beer
and this is what we have been doing
for hundreds of years
before Future Shop.
Fuck Future Shop.
customer service never changes. it’s like an abrasive futurama episode!
Hahaha! That’s a great analogy!