I got a new camera. Although many may criticize and say that it is not a Canon, and that it is cheap, or inexpensive, I am very, I repeat, VERY happy with my purchase. The story begins at 34th street right by Macy's I realize I can't find a Circuit City OR a Best Buy anywhere in the vicinity, which surprises me. It is one of the largest shopping districts in Manhattan. So I realize that I know of one circuit city on the West Side at about 69th St. So I go uptown venture off at the 72nd street stop, and find myself easing up the escalator to the camera section. So I browse for awhile, and browse a little longer, and browse just a few more minutes trying to make it clear I am interested in buying a camera! When finally I beckon the totally oblivious sales associate, who appears as though he just walked straight out of the Bronx over to where I was looking. He didn't ask me any questions, so I made it clear my price range and preferences. He pointed me to the cameras I was hoping he wouldn't when I asked him. So I inquired about the Canons, because a friend had stressed to me the quality in each of them. After I heard him speak one sentence I knew he was a complete imbecile because he was having trouble using prepositions correctly. Sigh. So he eventually puts the hold on me to help another customer. Another sales guy, who of course shows me all the same cameras and contradicts everything that the previous guy had told me about each camera. He leaves eventually to find a camera in the back for some customer. By now the camera section is mobbed and the imbecile associates are flustered because customers are angry that none of the cameras are in stock and they can't make commission. So I crumble and after a very uncomfortable hour or so where I browsed the cameras vigorously, ask the sales associate if he has the one that I had preferred in stock. They don't. So I act like I might want another and ask him about it. Finally I say,"Ya know, I'll think it over, but I was really set on that Canon that you don't have in stock. He freaks and tries to pitch this random camera to me that is in the same price range on the grounds that it possesses the feature of capturing video that can be transferred directly to Youtube. I say, " So I think I will just look over here." By this time he had completely made me confident that he had no knowledge of any of the products he was trying to sell and it was really sad. So I leave as soon as I got away from the associate, empty-handed and angered at the situation in general. I call a friend. Walking down broadway, I come across a Best Buy. I figure it is worth a try. I am in and out of the Best Buy in less than ten minutes with a camera that I feel good about AND a protection plan for 2 years! It's not a canon, but a Nikon, which makes many professional cameras, so I figured they knew what they were doing. The sales associate that I encountered at the Best Buy was fabulous. Young girl. Knew what the fuck she was talking about(or sounded like it) And even persuaded me to buy the security plan. And I NEVER buy that shit.
So the basic deal with this camera is that it is mostly going to be used to document my life. Everything. I will blog with more ease with this camera, as it will allow me to take pictures of life in the City. I will be able to take pictures of fun outfits and hair that I have as well. So watch out bloggers of the world. Here I come.
Don't be too scared. I won't hurt you.
That Much:)
Here's a pic of the Cam.
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