I went to Fry's yesterday. Shame on all you crack smoking people. I was expecting to pretty much enter a dilapidated, filthy warehouse with dust inches thick on all visible surfaces. There, amphetamine-crazed forklift operators with an average of 2.3 children speared on each fork were to be careening through the aisles at speeds approximating 0.9c. Meanwhile, my slight form was to be being crushed among a Namibia-grade crowd of savage, sweaty, unwashed giants who tossed and banged me about like a red-headed step child at an ass-whoop can opening contest. Merchandise was supposed to be uniformly underdesirable, previously returned, and broken. And exiting the place was supposed to be a feat on par with winning the biathlon gold medal and the Nobel Peace Prize in the same week.
Reality turned out to be quite different. Entry was accomplished via the mouth of an amusing stone tiki. Wide aisles, lonely in their splendor and travelled only by the occasional scrawny Asian tech geek, welcomed my hushed footfalls. No one touched me or so much as violated my personal space. A lot of things were for sale. As I inspected the Roombas a polite, smiling gentleman wearing a tie came over and explained them to me. When I went to check out, I was whisked directly to an open register without any fuss.
As far as other geek desintations, definitely try to hit Weird Stuff Warehouse in Sunnyvale.
posted by Rhomboid at 8:20 AM on July 5, 2006