Another anomaly

Bride and I went to Applebee's Restaurant for dinner last evening.
It's amazing how teenage and young adult females paste a dead grin
upon their faces when the headphone communication set is put into
place.
This thing seems to numb their brain. They appear to be awaiting a cue
or direct instructions from the mothership on seating directions. It's
really a sight to see.
We were directed to the far (shady) side of the restaurant for seating
at a table. I indicated that we would prefer a booth. Even though there
were open booths available adjacent to the spot we were standing, she
spoke into her microphone and suddenly we were being escorted to the
other side of the restaurant (sunny side, with blinds open).
We never did understand this seating fiasco.
The food was really good, which is unusual for a chain restaurant (in
my opinion, at least). The actual waitress (can I really call her that?)
gave pretty good service. Kudos. Of course when I ordered the RIBLETS she
was not certain which rib dish I really wanted. Had to open the menu and
point it out to her. After that things went pretty good. Refills were
numerous and timely.
Maybe I'm getting too critical in my old age, but Bride said that I should
mention Applebee's in the blog......this is the mention.
I would be remiss if there weren't a mention of BEST BUY...don't know where
they get them - associates, that is - . Went in there today with the intention
of spending several hundred of my hard earned dollars on a brand new computer.
While browsing around in another area I asked a female clerk where the GPS
units were. She pointed to a rack nearby. I looked but didn't see the
"accessories" for this modern day wonders. I asked, "Where are the accessories?"
Her reply was "Ice cream and cookies?" Ok, I know I'm a bit slow at times, but
did I miss something here??? When did BEST BUY start selling ice cream and cookies in the GPS section (or anywhere else in the store for that matter)?
I looked at this woman (not a teen or college age person, a fully "growed" adult)
like I had been hit. Told the Bride it was time to leave. I marched right out of
this place and, honestly, wish I go through the rest of my life without having to
set foot in there again.

(I think sales people have this "thing" about giving even decent service)