A Nerd in Victoria’s Secret
Tonight the wife and I did the after Christmas return run. If you did your return shopping last week you are nuts, unless for some completely logistical reason, you were forced to do it then. We were at the biggest and busiest mall in the state of Washington and it was not busy at all, yet most of the after Christmas sales were still going and merchandise stock was still decent.
One of our first stops was Victoria’s Secret for an exchange. If you have been shopping lately you know that there are two types of Victoria’s Secret stores. One, the not so man friendly, and two, the not man friendly at all. The latter are the older ones that still have the pink and gold decor splattered over every surface. The other is the newer remodeled stores which are more modern and use a white, black, and grey color scheme in the store. This particular store was the not so man friendly version.
Fortunately I was with my wife so I could play the part of being dragged into this store against my will, which is actually the preferred image I want to pass off to the other patrons. The other, and much worse image, is you alone. This is not good, as every other female in the store looks at you as if you are a pervert or some dumb husband/boyfriend trying to buy some super sexy outfit that your wife/girlfriend doesn’t even want. Even if in actuality you are simply purchasing a specific item on their Christmas list!
But I digress. Tonight we are looking to do a straight up exchange but the item was not in stock. We then proceeded to the teller to process the return. The teller, who was a lady in her late 30s, asked what was wrong with the item. We responded. She then asked if we looked for the item we wanted and we said yes. At this point she said, “Let me have the people in the back check the stock room”, and at this point used her super spy secret service microphone to ask for help in the back…….no response……..30 seconds…….no response. “I’ll just go check myself”, she says and walks off.
When we first approached the counter I notice something a little strange. All of the tellers had the keyboards for the point of sales system up on the counter facing the customer. I assumed this was for the swath of returns they needed to process which requires the address of the customer returning the item. I figured letting the customer input it themselves would be quicker.
As the lady walked off I turned to my wife and said, “Heh, suckers. I’m gonna hack there system”. “Don’t”, she said but my mind was already committed. What to do? It was just me and the keyboard, the room seemed to fade away, the ridiculous fruity smells vanish, there was silence…………….BAM!!!!!! CTRL-ALT-DELETE!!!!!!! WHAT NOW SUCKAS!!!!!!! “Dang it Jason”, I heard the wife say, but it was too late, it had been done.
I turned to her and said, “Don’t worry, they probably aren’t even running a system that responds to CTRL-ALT-DELETE. It is probably some Linux based program”. Or is it…….I slowly began to look over the top of the screen and low and behold the Windows login screen was there, not the Task Manager and not the normal point of sales system. I hacked it! Whuahahahaha! Ya, I know what your’re thinking, but whatever, let’s just say I did anyway.
As the lady returned she saw the screen and was sincerely surprised. It was clear the store doesn’t have the employees login with through windows as she had no idea what to do. At this point my wife was saying, “I told him not to do it, he is like a child, he has to touch everything”. The teller responded with, “Mine is too”, but she clearly didn’t know what to do and at this point I leaned over the counter, looked at her screen and then said with suave, “I’ll fix it”. Then with my ninja like computer skills, looking at the screen upside down, used the integrated track ball on the keyboard to move the mouse and hit the Cancel button. At this point my wife was super embarrassed and was blushing big time but everyone was laughing, no harm done. The teller then looked at me and asked, “You are one of the computer guys. Aren’t you?”. “Ya, something like that I responded”, and we then headed out of the store.