At least 10 people at Fry’s are unaware of where to check out.
I was standing at the service centre and every person over 50 was incredibly confused, wandering, drooling, uttering what simple one syllable words they could muster after spending hours, possibly days, lost in the labyrinthian superstore giant that is Fry’s Electronics.
One woman must have been there for years as she mumbled something about music, on what was once known as CDs – music discs she called them – did Fry’s stop selling them she gestured gesticulating gesturally.
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