Did I mention that I hate them with a passion? Anyhow, in the midst of my "hustle" (selling cellphones) a family of five fucking Nerdtrons comes in because the daughter is having trouble with her text messages. Yes it takes a support crew of five people to tell me about a single problem and waste 15 minutes of my time. It seems that every text she sends out is garbled when it reaches the recipient. I tell them all that I have seen this before, and it's probably because she has unsupported characters in her custom signature. They look at me like I just told them to fuck each other right now in the store. I grab the 13, maybe 14 year old girls android phone and go straight to the signature. She has some shit like º°•TaYlOr GaNg•°º with a few more symbols sprinkled in. The girl just looks down as I look up at her in disgust. The only gang this bastard bitch would ever be in would be like the math club. Just to make her feel awkward I say loudly " If you delete all of the characters around TAYLOR GANG, that should solve your problem." The father looks confused and the girl takes her phone back, makes the adjustments and texts her younger sister. It works. The father thanks me and as the wolf pack walks out of the door he asks his daughter if she was in a gang.