But I'm bitching again and writing about music collecting; geez, what a bore I've become.
Let's talk about a store transaction that left a lot to be desired at an Office Max not far from where I work. Used to be that I always purchased TDK or Maxell blank CDs to copy music for my radio show because I didn't think Verbatim was as good in terms of quality. That might be true but I'm okay with Verbatim now, until I got a bad batch.
Several of the Verbatim discs had a little gouge; faulty manufacturing. I would prefer my blank CDs to last for what I've got left in my lifetime, so I returned them. Although I circled one of the defects on the disc with a Sharpie, the dude at the counter started going through them, saying "nope" several times when he didn't see a defect. Eventually, it looked like I'd be getting my refund but I found that to be a rude approach. (This reminded me of the newspaper/book editor in Greta Gerwig's spectacular 2019 film version of Little Women, who would go through the pages Jo March penned one by one, slamming them down after he made corrections or simply read through.)
So I started circling other discs that had the small chip missing. "Sir, you don't have to do that," he told me. I shot back that "I need to be believed." The experience was not pleasant and I was happy to get out of there.