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Notes from my journal
Updated! Chipmunk.nl
Computer Stinks Sometime near the end of 2003 I visited an Apple merchant store, or more like an animal stable for the stench was atrocious. The token animal motif for the store… of which the owner/operator proud displayed is a domesticated rodent, a chipmunk, which was situated at the store's narrow entrance hall in fish bowel of an aquarium. Every-time I visited to buy some Macintosh computer related products the hall seemed to be in a natural clutter of boxes. In the event that I had to conduct trade for an extensive period the smell of bestiality was repugnant, so often I had to excuse myself to get a breath of fresh air. On this occasion I went to the animal den… oops store and the aura of displeasing scent was not only coming from the rodent habitat but also from the beast master. His smell was an offence to human's nasal passage thus my silence of politeness was not contained, I told the owner I over-stood that sometime we humans of creative nature may overwork ourselves to the point of perspiration and that sometimes we may even forget to take a bath but in the interactions of commerce with the public it's very displeasing when one does take stock of there personal hygiene. No outward reactions were given to my notation except, "What do you want? Buy something or get the hell out of my store." At the time my daughter was by my side and she was also not yet two years old but even she noticed the stench and stood her distance. So quickly I made my request of a LaCie d2 DVD Recorder Drive. I was told a price of 300 and something euros, a bit expressive but I needed this tool and it would take too long to order from America. In order to continue my creative projects, I took out 2 hundred-dollar bills and 1 two-hundred-dollar bill for my trade in commerce on means of exchange for supply and demand. Shockingly my service of trade was refused by chipmunk's owner he stated he had no change. In my question… these screaming words came from his mouth "This is not a store!" So I questioned again by asking, "What are all these products on the shelves and why do you advertise on the web of selling Macintosh computers? Why do you have a sign above the entrance as a store, if this is not a store?" Adamantly in his stench of ignorant his statement continued, "I have no change and you can leave". Just then a college student working as an intern popped out from a crawling space of inventory duties. I requested that the intern be sent next door to get change but in anger the owner sharply stated, "'You must leave, when you have the money you can come back." On what I thought was a done deal I enter a store, order the goods for sales, pay for purchasing and head home with my daughter happy and contented, but this was not to be. The seeking of change to smaller bills escalated into 30 minutes of walking around with my daughter from stores to stores. Everywhere I went they refused to change the currency stating it's too large they said. I even went to the near by Rabobank and there too I was refused with a statement they do not change money at this branch. So my daughter and I entered the supermarket, bought some unwanted baby products, had a conversation with the cashier because the bill was too large so that they wished not to take it. After being stressed about the matter because she had already rang up the items in the cash machine, she forwarded me to the customer care counter where they inspected the bills for authentic. They warned me that this is the first and last time they would do this for me. So my daughter and I returned to the chipmunk place, left the exact amount of money on the desk and took our new tool and left. To my surprise when I unpacked the product, installed the operational software program to start my creative work, the program CaptyDVD requested the product serial number. After checking and rechecking the product box and the envelope the disk came in I found NO serial number. Wishing not for a repeat encounter on aroma of stench I opted to search the internet for the serial number. Unfortunately my search was unfruitful so I decided on to contact the makers of the software, but that too was unfruitful. So my next option was to contact chipmunk, which I did through email and one last phone conversation. I was told there was nothing they could do. To buy a new version of the program it would cost 70 euros but he the owner would rather I go somewhere else to buy it. For me this was a lesson of wisdom never to conduct trade with people who smell really, really, really stink when there is no need to be. In trade and commerce with the public it's not an offence to take a bath, a shower to clean the sweat and stress of living. I guess someone forgot to tell the owner of chipmuck about this.
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