Fry's moved in when I was in primary school; I'd go there with my dad a lot. We bought all the parts for my first home built PC there -like many other commenters. Then, when I was of driving age, my friends and I would go to Fry's when we had extra money, and sometimes when we were broke and just wanted to walk up and down the isles and look at stuff. Friday's we'd sit on a curb outside school before the bell and read the big ad. "Ghost in the Shell's only 10 bucks on dvd! That RAM I wanted more of is on sale..."
I know it wasn't anything close to its former self these days, but I'll miss it. I'll miss running in at 8:30pm on a Tuesday night to grab a spool of cat5. I'll miss pooling cash on a Saturday to replace a hub for a LAN party. I'll miss pallets of huge spindles of CDRs next to pallets of air duster 3 packs. Standing out front for hours waiting for the Warcraft III midnight launch. I'll miss the inexplicable amount of snacks in the check out line, and the pointless and lazily adhered to receipt check at the door. No trip was complete without a receipt checker shouting a conversation over customers to his buddy in customer service, absentmindedly hi-lighting and pretending to look in carts and bags.
I know it wasn't anything close to its former self these days, but I'll miss it. I'll miss running in at 8:30pm on a Tuesday night to grab a spool of cat5. I'll miss pooling cash on a Saturday to replace a hub for a LAN party. I'll miss pallets of huge spindles of CDRs next to pallets of air duster 3 packs. Standing out front for hours waiting for the Warcraft III midnight launch. I'll miss the inexplicable amount of snacks in the check out line, and the pointless and lazily adhered to receipt check at the door. No trip was complete without a receipt checker shouting a conversation over customers to his buddy in customer service, absentmindedly hi-lighting and pretending to look in carts and bags.