RadioShack

Ah Radio Shack, you endangered dinosaur of the proof haired, stone washed, cheap shaded ‘80s. What am I going to do without you after that fireball asteroid named Amazon finally comes roaring down from the sky and fossilizes you in it economic destruction? Meh. Actually.
I have always liked shopping at this Radio Shack for its convenience and helpful staff. It has everything today stripped down shack has: phones, GPS, batteries. There are still parts, receivers, and other items there, although they are thinning on inventory day by day.
The mark against the shack though is its constant push for mark-​ups. You know what I mean, «do you want to buy a warranty on this?» Yes every place does this – for major purchases. But here It is to the point were every little thing on sale has a warranty that they shove up the caboose. Case in point: today, I came in to replace my IPad charger. A simple stop and grab right? No, I had to be hit up and pushed about buying a one year warranty. On a flippin’ chord??? WTF! But yes, $ 7 for a year. It seems like they should guarantee a year for some copper wiring that does nothing but sit on the floor and conduct electricity. Of course the clerk kept pushing, no fault on him, I know he’s coached by the clueless company brass. But I really don’t want to add $ 7 to my total on the off chance that the product is trash.
They also suggested some batteries that were real cheap. I didn’t take them up on it; I feared I would hear a warranty pitch on batteries. I think there are other places to shop that won’t badger you to take more of your money away.