Yelp Reviews for Best Buy by Justin Gray

Yelp Reviews for Best Buy Justin Gray

John P (5/5 Stars) Rich Z (1/5 Stars) Felix G (2/5 Stars) Tim F (4/5 Stars) Heather Z (2/5 Stars) George M (1/5 Stars) Gary K (3/5 Stars) Brandi R (5/5 Stars) Frank F (1/5 Stars) Henry (Geek Squad Specialist) arrived right on time. Store even opened early. Had what I needed. I was in an out. Great experience! Just went in to get the G.I. Joe DVD and the “customer service” person said they didn’t have it! Was really rude about it, too! I was like, “why don’t you have it?” and they were like, “it isn’t out yet.” And I showed them the ad from the newspaper and the “customer service” agent pointed out the date for the release on the ad was for the next day. Still, they didn’t have to be so rude. Had what I needed, got in and out with no fuss. But the parking lot had a bunch of pot holes! I got some speakers from here, brought them home, set everything up. And they didn’t work. Don’t blame the store, though, everyone there was nice. NEVER BUY PANASONIC!!!!!! This place smells like the father who abandoned me. Plus, the line was ridic long. Everyday, I return here and I feel Christ’s love envelop me like a soft Snuggie. In the section with the MP3 players, I can almost hear His voice-it sounds like it struggles to be heard, His voice tinny and fractured, like a million pieces of ice trying to will themselves into a single snowflake. But then, I realize that I am hearing the music wafting over from the stereo section and I wonder how something so close can seem so far away. My mother died three years ago and when I am here, and only here, I can forget for a moment that she is gone forever and that I will never see her again. The sounds, the lights, my senses overstimulated, distract from the void of being. Everyone was so nice! They boys kept coming up and asking if I needed help and I was like, yeah, what’s a hard drive? LMFAO!! Every section of the store I went to, a nice boy offered help. All of them, all of the boys and the men were staring at me with their hungry eyes. I know what they wanted. I have a very symmetrical face and a very toned body, plus my tits are pretty big! They wanted, me, these boys, these men, they all wanted me-even the old ones, crinkly, hunched over, sad and gray. Even the ones that were shopping with their wives and their daughters; even they could stop from staring. At first, it felt so thrilling to be so desired, but after about half an hour there, the attention became too much. They kept looking. I could feel my face get red. My forehead accumulated drops of sweat. I felt that I was drowning under their gaze. I don’t need anything, but still I come. This store; it is a monstrosity, a corrupt temple to the voracious appetite of consumerism, a twisted new religion on which individualism is sacrificed on the alter of commerce. But. Yet. I. Come. I need to own these movies, these devices, these cords and power systems, and memory storage, all of it. Without it, do I even belong in this world? Do I even deserve to? I return week after week searching, waiting for the pay-off. The results of the promise inherent in their advertisements, their capitalist assault: buy this and you will be perfect. And so, I come armed only with the hope that one day, they will have that product, that item that will expunge the dirt from my soul and make me whole again. Still. I come.

Perry S (3/5 Stars) Yay! Got the new Ipad!