I almost hesitate to bring this one up, but when I was 15, I'd just started playing guitar. This would have been about 1987. I was a HUGE Lynch fan. I'd saved up all summer for an amp, and my dad and I drove 250 miles to get to the nearest Guitar Center (in Minneapolis). I wanted to buy something that sounded like Lynch, upgrading from my old Peavey Bandit 65.
We got there, and when I wanted to plug in, my dad asked if the salesguy would let me try one of the Jackson Soloist customs they had. I was stunned. I still recall that the guitar had some sort of lightning graphic on it. I started playing around with an Ampeg SS-140C with my dad watching, and I was hacking my way through "Dream Warriors". I know I was awful. However, the long-haired salesguy came over, yanked the guitar out of my hands and said "NO, THIS IS HOW YOU PLAY IT!" and proceeded to play for about 5 minutes. Dunno what he was thinking - probably that he was helping a newbie out, but I felt humiliated. It was 10 years before I went into another GC.
A few years later, I was in a Schmidt Music chain store. They had a white Lester on the wall, and I was looking for a new guitar. As I recall, the guitar was something like $800. I asked to play it, and the guy looked me up and down and said "Do you have $800 in your pocket?" My response was "No, if I did, the last place I'd be was at SH!T music". Turned around and left. Ended up paying almost twice that for a custom guitar instead.