Stopped into a nearby GC last night just to look around. Wandered into the Acoustic room to see if they had any decent left handeds to look at. I spotted a used Carvin Cobalt 850t for cheap. I'd played one of these about 5 years ago, and thought it was a decent guitar for the money. A sales kid comes in and says "wanna play it?" There was nobody else in the room playing so I said okay and he hands me a pick. I started to tune it up, but the door to the room was open, so I asked the kid to please close it.
 
As soon as I got it tuned and started to play a couple of chords, I hear this out of tune mandolin behind me. Thinking there was someone else in the room I missed, I turn around and there is the GC kid wandering around the room riffing on the mandolin, while he's staring up at the walls. I stopped playing and he gets around to my side of the room and just looks at me and smiles and nods and continues on around the room playing.
 
I put the guitar back on the wall and stood up, and without stopping playing he says "so..whaddya think?" WTF?
 
I went home and ordered a new Telecaster from MF. That's what I think!
 
 
Randy
 
 

That's the future leadership of our country you're talking about....   LOL

I was very disappointed in the store in Baton Rouge. The workers there were NOT musicians and were only interested in showing me their push for the day.

bayoubill


I was very disappointed in the store in Baton Rouge. The workers there were NOT musicians and were only interested in showing me their push for the day.

go to Music Inc In Gonzales, and tell them I sent you

Every trip to the big store here in Houston is a new experience. 
 
I went in once, said to the sales hippy who was busy untangling guitar cables "I wanna buy this Vox amp"  "Really??  Cool.  Be right with ya!"  He heads into the back room.  30 minutes later no sign of him anywhere.  Turns out someone who pointed at something slightly more expensive than the amp I wanted to lay some cash on had his complete attention in another room.  Buh bye.
 
Just a couple weeks back I reluctantly took a friend who just transferred here from Scotland to the same store to look at bass amps.   Friend has maybe 30 days experience on the instrument.  Another new sales dude approaches and offers help.  Friend mentions that his chops aren't sufficient to really test the rig and could the guy help out.  Guy has 30 years experience on bass and proves it convincingly.  Meanwhile another gifted player walks up, joins the chat and lays out some grooves.  Everyone is smiling and feeling the love.  Friend buys amp, salesman helps us stuff it into a very small KIA and off we go.  Friend says "thanks so much for helping me out!  What an awesome store!"
 
Must have been a good day or something?  Fun part was getting the rig to his house and learning firsthand how Scottish women say "what in the name of @&#* is that thing??" 

Plus, is bad facial hair a prerequisite for working at the GC?

  Must be. The kid I dealt with had scruffy tufts of it all over his face. The only thing separating him from the homeless look was the nametag.

May hap he was trying to impress you with his mad skills on the mandolin in hopes you might hire him for your new bluegrass band.....

ya think? 

I went in to Menard's one Saturday to price a couple of windows for a shed I was building.

Walk up to the building counter and the guy puts his finger up to me in a shushing fashion. He had one of those ear pieces in, so I thought he was on the phone and couldn't talk.

The dude also had a couple of boxes of 'widgets' in front of him that he started counting ... after he put his finger up to me.

Pissed me off, but I stood there and waited for him. There was another guy there talking to a lady about doors or something.

At least 3 minutes go by, and I'm standing there looking up at the ceiling, looking at my wife, looking down at the floor, and she can see my face getting red and my blood pressure starting to boil. All the while, this guy is slowly counting his widgets, not saying a word on the phone, and writing down his count on a note pad as he's counting the widgets.

Finally he says, "And that makes 54." as he counts his last widget, and he lets out a loud short sharp sigh and rolls his eyes and says, "What do you need?".

I asked him if he was on the phone the whole time I was standing there and he said he wasn't on the phone, he was counting his widgets.

I blew a gasket and laid in to the ignorant freaking moron. I'm getting pissed just thinking about it now again. He was one of those cocky f'rs that stood there bumping up a shoulders, head bobbing, rolling his eyes while he was ignoring me and counting his widgets.

I said to him, "I'm building a new house and came in to price 15 inside doors, an entry door, 12 windows, and a 16 x 8 garage door, but I'll come back another day when you're not too busy counting." And I walked out. And the guy didn't say a word to me! He grabbed another box of widgets from under the counter and dumped out and started counting them again. I couldn't believe it.

I hear the guy next to him say, right in front of the other customer, "What the ***k is wrong with you man? Couldn't you have done that after you talked to the guy."

I hope he got fired. I really do.