disc center passover eve for the win

after an unpleasant search for the discs in the store, where they made every effort to not sell me the discs i was looking for, i'd handed my credit card and the two cds over the counter and received the cds back wrapped in a plastic bag. i returned the bag, and picked up the credit card that was sitting underneath it. a few seconds passed, and the guy gave me a funny look. i told him i was still waiting to sign the slips.

(shouting) "you want to sign the slips?! what's wrong with you? you haven't given me your card yet!"
(getting angry) "i gave you my card, and was under the impression that you'd already swiped it and given it back."

an unpleasant moment passed.

"okay, nevermind. you're listening to asaf avidan? you have to be *rolls eyes* that kind of person to listen to him."
(now pissed, speaking very softly) "yeah, of course. only *our* people think he's alright."

*there's* a man i'd like to hit square in the jaw. repeatedly. is that a special kind of stupid i'm unfamiliar with? let's break it down:

1) pre-sale: if this is the experience that anyone who tries to buy israeli indie goes through, i can understand why numbers are down

2) don't shout at the customer. you moron.

3) he told me i must be stoned. let's try and find a way to say that without antagonizing the customer, shall we?
...
no, wait. i'm going to guess we can't.

4) he insinuated that one can only like the music if one is high. i'm assuming by his previous statement - and the way he said it - that he thinks that his taste in music is fantastic and that asaf avidan is so bad that...
no.
i'm sorry.
i can only interpret from that statement that we need to get everyone high if we're to save the music industry.

but no - no problems here with service ethic.

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i must admit to not having been in the best of moods when i walked in, either. i promised myself i'd chill out, and i can't drag myself out of my own head. what's done is done, it's never going to have been alright. i really need to accept it all and just move the fuck on.

it may not be over entirely, but i really don't need to suffer it all the time. bits and pieces here and there are more than enough.