Can anyone tell me why Radio Shack still exists? Unless you need a wire stripper or soldering kit, there’s no reason in the world to wander unwittingly into their dimly lit, dusty stores staffed with the kind of dolts who couldn’t get jobs at Circuit City if they lied about the qualities of Monster Cable.
I’d say to buy supplies to build ham radios and nuclear bombs but most of that stuff can be found online.
So today I had to buy two D batteries and a wire stripper. Nothing more or less. And the cashier acted appaled that I didn’t want to hear about the ’special deal’ on whatever moblie carrier they are pushing this month.
Well at least I proved the TV-B Gone I bought at SXSW works.
I’ve always referred to Radio Shack as a “Soul Sucking” experience. (From the lighting to the employees in their dated sales-guy garb; very painful.)
This analogy comes in handy when I want to let someone know how bad something was. I can say; “That movie was like a trip to Radio Shack”. It also acts as a behavioral modifier in that if I’m feeling really good. Too good. I can go to Radio Shack to level off.
Those are the two ways I use the existence of Radio Shack to better my life.