My MacBook Pro started making a horrid whining noise this afternoon. Something like a sleepy mosquito. Not a good sign. Whilst I really want to buy a new computer, I don’t want this one to die. The thought of all the lost data sent me scurrying off for a new hard drive to back everything up. The Apple store were all out so we headed for Extra, dodging kamikaze drivers trying to beat their way to the shops before prayer time.
Extra, the largest electronics and white goods store in Al Khobar, would make an excellent case study for anybody wanting to study customer service. Their staff are quite exemplary.
I bought a Western Digital MyBook - a thousand gigs for a hundred pounds. Just think, that is ten pence per gig!
It was prayer time when we arrived. We bumped into an old friend at the door. Lu asked him how his ‘lovely wife’ was. They are getting divorced. I walked away, chuckling to myself.
The hard drives were there for the taking, on the shelves. Perhaps that’s why they were all trussed up in security tags, although the size of the box would make a most noticeable lump under all but the most capacious of thobes.
The cashier showed no interest in removing the tag and was quite happy to sell the drive to me, tag included. The alarm went off as I walked out of the store, but the security guard waved me through, looked in the bag and stamped my receipt to say it was OK.
When I eventually managed to hack through the steel cables with my scissors I was rewarded with a red flashing light and the most ear splitting alarm - like a smoke alarm on steroids. Two hours later it is still going off, languishing in the bottom of a bucket of water. If it doesn’t stop by tomorrow, I am not sure what I shall do with it.
Extra, the largest electronics and white goods store in Al Khobar, would make an excellent case study for anybody wanting to study customer service. Their staff are quite exemplary.
I bought a Western Digital MyBook - a thousand gigs for a hundred pounds. Just think, that is ten pence per gig!
It was prayer time when we arrived. We bumped into an old friend at the door. Lu asked him how his ‘lovely wife’ was. They are getting divorced. I walked away, chuckling to myself.
The hard drives were there for the taking, on the shelves. Perhaps that’s why they were all trussed up in security tags, although the size of the box would make a most noticeable lump under all but the most capacious of thobes.
The cashier showed no interest in removing the tag and was quite happy to sell the drive to me, tag included. The alarm went off as I walked out of the store, but the security guard waved me through, looked in the bag and stamped my receipt to say it was OK.
When I eventually managed to hack through the steel cables with my scissors I was rewarded with a red flashing light and the most ear splitting alarm - like a smoke alarm on steroids. Two hours later it is still going off, languishing in the bottom of a bucket of water. If it doesn’t stop by tomorrow, I am not sure what I shall do with it.
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