This guy still shops at CompUSA. Call me ultra-nitpicky, but I stopped shopping at CompUSA because of their stupid insistance on checking my receipt at the door, which is usually just 5 feet away from the register.

My last conversation with a CompUSA door nazi involved him rather rudely trying to grab my receipt out of my hand, and me telling him that it was mine and to keep his hands off. He never even identified himself as a CompUSA employee.

I stopped shopping there, mainly because I felt that the next time might include a punch in the nose, and me trying to explain to the cops that I thought he was a mugger.

I had a similar experience at Sam's Club, whereby my father and I each walked out with our purchases. The guard asked us to stop, so that he could mark our receipts. Dad stopped, whereas I just kept on walking. Outside, my dad questioned me as to why I just walked out without stopping, and I quite flatly told him that it's my damned receipt and he's not getting it.