A friend and I visited a computer store in a mall. They had aisles of software and cabinets of hardware in the back. I was curious to know how much they charged for RAM, so we headed for the rear of the store.
Salesman: “May I help you, ladies?”
Me: “Sure. We’d like to see how much your RAM is.”
Salesman: (looking around uncertainly) “Let’s look over here. Is this for a Mac or PC?”
Me: “PC. I have an HP.”
Suddenly the salesman turns down a software aisle.
Salesman: “That sounds like a war game. It should be along in here if we have it.”
Me: “Uhhhhhhhh…we’re looking for RAM. You know, computer memory. Not software.”
Salesman: “Oh! Memory! That would be over in the children’s section.”
I recently purchased a new PC from one of the major computer manufacturers. I placed my order via the web but asked for them to call me for my credit card information. So, after a couple days of phone tag, I got in touch with the saleswoman handling my account. I was thinking I’d just give her my credit card number and be on my way. Almost.
Saleswoman: “Do you realize that the modem you’ve chosen doesn’t have sound support?”
Customer: “What exactly does a ‘modem with no sound support’ mean?”
Saleswoman: “It means that if you go to a web page that has a movie or sound file, you won’t be able to hear it.”
Customer: “What does the modem have to do with that?”
Saleswoman: “Well, sir, the modem is what connects your computer to the Internet.”
Customer: “So, you’re telling me that this particular modem scans the TCP/IP packets passing through it for those belonging to any sound application and filters them out?”
Customer: “How does it accomplish this feat?”
Saleswoman: “I’m not technical enough to answer that. Please hold.”
I stayed on hold for five minutes and hung up.
The other day I walked into this little place that sells old software, old computers, and some new software. I walked up to a sales clerk and said, “Do you guys carry Linux?” He took one look at me (I am 15 years old) and, not knowing what Linux was, he checked the rack with games. I said, “No, Linux is not a game — it’s an operating system.”
He looked confused, then stuttered, “Uhhh…yeah…well check that rack, we’ve got stuff like Quicken there.”