ok I am going to stop counting days...

September 22, 2007
So I checked out my competition. Let me just say, I knew at first glance I am going to kick his butt. It´s hostile take over time. Like I am fighting for street corners to sell drug, I am going to get a few hard hitting Negroes to get medieval on his ass!
I went into his shop, of course sticking out like a sore thumb because I was the only one in the small shop and as big and chocolate as I am, I just stick out! The shop is one big room, separated by a 3/4 wall. The front room was the show are and the back contained, what I could see, several PCs in various stages of undress. From behind the wall I could also see the back of someone’s head with headphones on. I must have tripped some silent alarm b/c without saying a word he rose and turned to me. ESP is not just an abbreviation for Spain I guess.
So this dude walks from behind the wall and comes to the front area. Days of being followed by security guards in clothing shops still haunts me. But he did not follow me around. I guess with a shop the size of a closet, where would he follow me to?
The showroom was not impressive at all. In the window, were shelves containing boxes of item. There were products on these shelves but in no order or categories at all. I counted 3 types of processors, 4 types of switches, etc, all intermingled. I saw no boxes for motherboards. So my only logic was that these boxes were for decoration or showing off. to the naked eye, the wall of product boxes can be overwhelming, but hey, what do I know. So I went to check to see if the boxes had weight, if there was the actual device in the box. As soon as I touched it, the owner spoke to me in a rapid manor so all I got was the first and last words. I think he said something about my mother, too. Might as well be b/c I don’t know what he said. I removed my hand but did notice there was some weight to the boxes. Now to put this all in perspective, this shelf of his impressive display of boxes collected were all sitting in the front store window. Can you imagine what happens to bright and colorful boxes that sit behind a clear window pane and receive 5-6 hours of intense morning son: THEY FADE! I mean these manufacturers spend a lot of time and money getting their products to shine on the store shelves. They look like my grandma’s jeans from 1954! I was so disgusted. And I know the devices have protection and all but who wants to spend a lot of money on an outdated computer part i a faded box?
Now I turned my attention on the gentleman. The average Spanish geek, so nothing special. I knew from his sangria belly (as opposed to beer gut) he could not kick my ass or run very far if I needed to kick his. I noticed he squirmed a bit while he stood there with part of his shirt un-tucked and his hands in his pockets. After further inspection, I saw that his thumbs were red and swollen. AHA! he was a gamer! He was in the back playing some online game and his thumbs were enlarged due to activity. No wonder he can’t get anything done. He looked like a cartoon character with those huge thumbs as he tried to fit all five fingers in his tight pockets. Now I know his weakness!