What bugs me is the freakin' hammerhead in my store right now who's been clerking me and the rest of the staff on $300.00 guitars for months. He's a perpetual shopper, and has cost this company more in time and man hours wasted than we could ever hope to make when (or if) we sell him a $300.00 guitar. Asking me the nuances of this $300.00 guitar compared to that $300.00 guitar?
Dude, there are no nuances. They're all $300.00 P.O.S. guitars.
You've been coming in hear for the past freaking four months acting like you're Eric F*****g Clapton. The difference between you and him though, aside from the fact that you're a pathetic, talentless hack, is that Clapton actually buys guitars. You, on the other hand, just sit around and play guitars that you're never going to buy. And why are you never going to buy one? Because your Third Reich of a wife carries your balls in a jar, and won't let you spend money on your own unless you're shopping at Sephora for her.
God damn, I hate this guy...