You have been warned! But damn, I need to get this off my chest.
I have an AV500 Archos that is big, bulky, and has a crap case that doesn't quite fit it. It has eaten into my leather jacket, destroyed the inside pocket through weight alone, so often when I am out and about and am using it, it slips into the inside of my jacket.
This is not usually a problem.
However, supermarket security now is so harsh, that I feel like a criminal walking around. I enter the shop, get an evil stare from the (usually black and 6ft10) bouncer, and he pretty much follows me around the store (I will clearly name this store as Co-op as I am sure it isn't a competitor). Whenever I pass an isle, its like co-ordinate efforts of shop assistants happen to come and put something onto a shelf just as I am walking past etc etc. I feel like a criminal.
This particular shopping trip, my AV500 slips into the inside pocket and I am desperately trying to reach into the inside of my jacket lining to reach it and change the song that is ripping through my ears... as shop assistants drop what they are doing and "pretend to start taking an inventory of the overfull freezer next to me as I queue".
I hate, and I repeat *hate* shopping in supermarkets now. I have never broken any laws, I am in academia (well 50%/50% with a business job), I only went in there for a jar of pickled onions and a jar of honey, and I am psychologically assaulted.
I shop there *every other day* I have been in there hundreds, if not thousands of times. The fact is though, that of course they don't really give a damn about me as a customer, I am another faceless potential shoplifter wastrel that should be treated with contempt.
/rant over
/breath
I have an AV500 Archos that is big, bulky, and has a crap case that doesn't quite fit it. It has eaten into my leather jacket, destroyed the inside pocket through weight alone, so often when I am out and about and am using it, it slips into the inside of my jacket.
This is not usually a problem.
However, supermarket security now is so harsh, that I feel like a criminal walking around. I enter the shop, get an evil stare from the (usually black and 6ft10) bouncer, and he pretty much follows me around the store (I will clearly name this store as Co-op as I am sure it isn't a competitor). Whenever I pass an isle, its like co-ordinate efforts of shop assistants happen to come and put something onto a shelf just as I am walking past etc etc. I feel like a criminal.
This particular shopping trip, my AV500 slips into the inside pocket and I am desperately trying to reach into the inside of my jacket lining to reach it and change the song that is ripping through my ears... as shop assistants drop what they are doing and "pretend to start taking an inventory of the overfull freezer next to me as I queue".
I hate, and I repeat *hate* shopping in supermarkets now. I have never broken any laws, I am in academia (well 50%/50% with a business job), I only went in there for a jar of pickled onions and a jar of honey, and I am psychologically assaulted.
I shop there *every other day* I have been in there hundreds, if not thousands of times. The fact is though, that of course they don't really give a damn about me as a customer, I am another faceless potential shoplifter wastrel that should be treated with contempt.
/rant over
/breath