I've been in the market for a while now for a particular Jimi Hendrix poster that a friend of mine used to have up in his room. It's an enlarged version of a playbill for a show Hendrix did in Germany. It's got German writing on it and is mostly just a giant portrait of Hendrix with wires and cables emanating from his fro. It's a real favorite.
No one seems to have it, but a guy at a Planet K off Riverside said that Aaron's Rock n' Roll has a good selection of posters, so I made my way down there this morning. Great parking there on Neches at Sixth Street at eleven in the morning, so it was looking smooth.
But when I get to the door, the clerk-slacker-thing is desperately trying to get the door shut and locked so that he can go do something. What the fuck? It's eleven, man. Says the store opens at eleven right there on the sign.
"Dude, I'm sorry. I've got to go take care of this. I'll be back in five minutes."
There's a well-used "Back in Five Minutes" sign taped up.
"Can you wait?"
Yeah, I'll wait. It's a really pretty morning and there's nothing going on.
But after waiting around for at least ten minutes, I pack it in and take off.
See what happens when you hire irresponsible, 20-something pot-head slackers to run your store? You lose business. So, nice going, Aaron's Rock n' Roll of Austin, Texas. I'm gonna find that poster online and have it delivered to my door. And no sales tax, either, assholes.
Enjoy keepin' it real.