Two niggers at a computer store I worked at during my teens
Using the phrase "the latest and greatest" reminded me of niggers from years back. Hopefully I won't give too many details that will seem familiar to a nigger or niggerlover. In the late 1990s, there were all kinds of big stores and small stores selling all kinds of computers, and making a lot of money when everyone wanted to become "computer literate" and try out that free AOL CD. I don't know how much commission-based salesmen pulled as a percentage, but I figured it was pretty good when a customer could spend $2000 or $3000. When I built my own box, I spent $500 just on the video and sound card, the best I could find.
Not being a salesman type, I worked in the repair office in the back, not a big store, but we seemed to have our share of customers. It was good pay during the bubble, and it seems like all the money in the world when you're still in your teens. A couple of us were up front trying to see what was wrong with this nigger's laptop, and it complained we ripped it off, because it bought a $700 laptop it ooked we knew would eventually be discontinued, instead of a $2500 laptop it really wanted. It said Windows was so slow, when yeah, Windows 98 on a 486 laptop would be, and who knows what the nigger did to ruin Windows besides. But its biggest BS was that we were responsible, because you know, somehow we scammed it by not convincing it to spend three times as much on a machine it would have never spent that much on anyway. It used all kinds of terms: bait and switch, planned obsolescence, "That's restraint of trade!" Then it bragged it was going to make us upgrade it to "the latest and greatest," for free. Guess what, I heard later that the cuck store manager did just that.
I think I've mentioned this other nigger before. Its name really was Tyrone, and in the back we mocked it by saying its name with a nigger-type accent. Tah-ROHN! We were an authorized repair center for a big laptop brand, and there was supposed to be a strict policy of warranty work only for the original purchaser, only with a receipt. No exceptions. If it was a gift, the giver could bring it in. I think there was too much worry about stolen laptops, especially if the real owner blamed us for repairing something and not taking care to ensure ownership. Tyrone was a perfect example. I don't remember what repair the laptop needed, but though it was obviously new enough to still be under warranty, the nigger didn't have a receipt. Then it demanded the "manjah" and didn't even have to do any TNB. Free repair under warranty? No problem! My senior co-worker wasn't joking when he said Tyrone probably bought it off the back of a truck.
The store actually went under during the height of the bubble, when everyone else still thrived, because we lost so much money from the store manager trying to keep all customers happy. One customer, a white official professional type who viewed everyone as beneath him, bitched enough about his "lemon" and got upgraded to a Pentium, the best-yet model just released. "Keep the customer happy," the manager believed, so he had my co-worker spend his shifts that weekend copying the customer's personal files and giving the floppies to the customer as a "courtesy" of backups. Then wouldn't you know it, every week the customer brought the laptop back in for some kind of problem. He'd want us to install his programs for him. Windows took too long to boot, or Windows froze. "Did you restart the laptop?" "Yes." "It didn't freeze again?" "Not the next time I used it." "Well, that happens with Windows." "I don't want it to ever happen again with my Windows!" Eventually the manager gave up, and I remember his final note in the customer's e-file: "I am just going to give him his money back." I was just a kid, and I didn't understand at first when my co-worker told me he couldn't believe he spent so many hours doing nothing but work on the customer's laptop. I said, "Well, you were going to get paid one way or another, right?" "Yes, but I have better customers to take care of, so do you see, the store wasted a lot of money on just one person." And that was an arrogant white jackass of a customer. I didn't hate niggers then as much as I grew to, and I can't imagine the worse terrors that niggers have given repair depots, how much money and time get wasted.
