I hate gamestop, really I do but I really wanted Left 4 Dead and I did not feel like going all the way to Best Buy on about 3/4 of a tank of gas. So I sucked it up and when to the abysmal shit hole of a pawn shop know as Gamestop.
First off the place was a madhouse at least a dozen parents grabbing PS3s and Rockband for Christmas, so whatever I grab my copy of L4D and wait in line.
Right off the bat I have one of the biggest facepalm moments of my life. There was this girl trying to get rid of some old PS2 games and was trying to explain to the cashier that it was Grand Theft Auto:San Andreas that had an Adult rating due to the hot coffe mod not Grand Theft Auto 3. But her atempts were futile.
Then I saw my neighbor Tomas, now Tomas is about 23 and still lives with his mom and works at walmart. He's a little slow not retarted or mentally handicapped just slow. We started talking and he was getting the new need for speedgame and Rainbow 6 Vegas 2 and was really excited.
So I check out and I figured that I'd wait for Tomas and just say goodbye. As I'm fiddling with a PS3 kieosk I hear Tomas talking to the clerk saying something along the lines of "My xbox has 4 gigs of RAM" obviously he was mistaken, but what happens next is fucking dispeakable. The clerk who is fully aware of his mental ability starts to make fun of Tomas, saying things like "You can't have RAM in a XBOX you dummie it's an big animal" and just keeps going with the insults.
The rest of the clerks actually join in and start to laugh at him too. Tomas gets visibility upset and just looks at the ground, it was all he could do not to cry. I snap, I physically and emotionally could not handle what was happening. And here's what I said, and yes I've committed to memory.
Me : "Hey douchebag got a problem here?!"
Dickbutt: " What no I was just kidding."
Me: "Does not fuckin look like your kidding there...brooski I want to see your manger right now!"
Dickbutt Manger: "Whats the problem here?"
Me: " Well sir seems your employees like making jokes at the expense of mentally slow people."
Dickbutt Manger : " Sir there must be a mistake"
Me : " Well my friend here is very upset and I'd like to file a formal complaint with your regional office"
At that point they all pretty much shit their pants as soon as I spoke the word "regional" he pleated we me not to do that, in return for my not fileing a complaint Tomas and I did not have to pay I accepted. After I got home I called the head office and then got the information I needed and sent a very detailed email and a very angry phonecall.
I keep you guys posted.
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