Thursday, June 9, 2011

C'mon, really?

Called the local GW on the way home from work today to see if they had any square 20mm slottabases in stock: I'm rebasing the Skaven and need some more for the Stormvermin.

The guy said, yeah, they had them in stock.

So, I went out of my way* to stop by to pick them up.

"Oh, we don't actually have any in stock.  But you can order them right over here..."

I turned around and walked out.

If I wanted to order them (and I'll have to), I'd have done it my damn self.  I stopped by because I'd been told my immediate need for slottabases could be filled.

I'm trying to decide if this guy was just a complete idiot who wasn't up to the task of turning around and looking or if this is some equally idiotic plot to get me to put $5 worth of slottabases towards the store's sales.

I'm also considering calling GW and complaining.  It's not a big deal, but this guy was either too dumb to answer my question or he flat out lied to me about the answer.  On second thought: he was a black shirt.  I am going to call.

* Not terribly far, but in Northern Virginia traffic, "not terribly far" is still "far enough."
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