Dear Shop Assistant, go away...

Ah, shop assistants... Usually they're just what you need, helping you out with making a choice or finding an item. But sometimes I feel the urge to rip their heads off. Like today for instance, my friend and I wanted to check out an alternative for a Kindle device in a well-known electronics chain-store. We look at the merch, glance at the price feeling a bit disappointed, "I think I'll get a Kindle after all" I sigh, "But then you won't be able to read any other files than the Kindle format!" the shop assistant chimes in, "That's not true" we respond with my friend. You should see his baffled face. I hate it when people who should know such things talk bullshit, I hate it when they automatically think that I'm dumb and know jack about the thing I'm trying to buy... Once upon a time, I walked into a computer store, stopped in front of a shelf filled with audio accessories and heard a loud voice behind me "We carry those in pink and violet too!". Fuck you Mr. Red Shirt, fuck you right in the ass. Uh. Ok, I'm fine now.