This is the only commercial they will ever need. Shot on some sort of herky-jerky low frame rate webcam from 1998 with a red faultline down the middle of the image, for backfround music there's a phone that never gets answered, and on-air talent is a spokesman who can't remember the name of the store. This clip sums up my experience of decades of dealing with Radio Shack.
Say what you will, but Radio Shack is the only place I can go to get the weird-ass batteries they don't sell at Target. They'll even put them in when you can't figure out how to open whatever weird-ass device takes the weird-ass batteries. Sure, they're sort of sad and pathetic like the guy in the clip, but that's why I heart them.
Now it's The Shack? How avant garde. I think I'm going to go down right now, buy a replacement transistor for my wireless and just watch the beautiful people come and go.
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