I Hurriedly walked into my room and plugged her in. I could feel the power in the palm of my hands…..NO YOU SICKO, ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS. I had bought a palm pilot. And it was a nice one which set me back 200 bucks. But it seemed worth it. Three hours after I used it the screen resembled my ass. Pimply and with a huge crack down the middle. Needless to say I was pissed. And someone was either gonna give me back my two hundred bucks, or they were gonna get 200 dollars worth of punches to the face. And last I had heard, there were about twenty punches to the dollar.
One week later:
The time had come, I was back on my feet and ready to kick ass. I packed up my 200-dollar roll of toilet paper and set off to the root of the problem. CompUSA. I looked for my piece before I left thinking I might need it. However, I didn’t see it anywhere in my room. I wasn’t worried so much that some kid might be playing with my gun, but more like I was pissed some little shit might be playing with my gun. “Ah well, fuck it.” But before I left I found it sitting inside my fridge next to the milk. I always fucking leave it there. I drove to CompUSA. Usually when someone faces their greatest foe and betrayer face to face they feel a little nervous. God forbid I be like everyone else. I was ready to kick some ass, screw the butterflies; I don’t have time for that pussy shit. I walked in and was instantly greeted with “What the fuck do you want?”
“I need to talk to you about my refund.”
“What fucking refund? We don’t give refunds.”
“This piece of shit handheld you sold me is broke. Screw the replacement, I want my money back.”
“Well let’s just take a jolly ol’ look shall we?”
The little S.O.B didn’t look a day older than me. He already was pissing me off, and I was about ready to grab that smug smile of his and clean my balls off with it.
“Well, Well. Look at this large crack on the screen.” He turned and showed it to another pompous jackass.
He said, “That’s not covered by our warranty”
The other guy chimes in “Are you sure?”
“No, that’s use and abuse. He probably dropped it, or punched it.”
“I punch nerds, not electronics.” I said with a smile.
“Forget buddy, no refund.”
I smiled. “Come here”
I grabbed him by his white shirt collar and slammed his head against the counter.
“Give me my money bitch!”
“ NO! You should have bought insurance for it. Please stop sir! My nose is starting to bleed!”
I let him up.
“Call the guards Gary,” he whined while trying to stop his nose from bleeding more.
Instantly twenty or thirty armed guards surrounded me
“Give me my money, or None of you go home tonight breathing.”
I was upset now.
Long story short, my gun is now out of bullets.