We only sell RAINBOW SIX VEGAS 2 and GRAND THEFT AUTO IV.
We sell "that game" in Ky.
"Y'all got that game?"
"Which game is that, sir?"
"You know, that game. 08"
"Right. And for what console?"
"[scoff] That playstation game machine. Y'all sell the tapes for it right?"
I fucking hate my job some days.
I used to get various members of the same gypsy family that would come in asking about "tapes" and "paddles" all the time. Since they were the ONLY people that would say this, I could tell they were related.
The father in this family also once followed me several miles across town and into a parking lot to ask me if I wanted the dent in my car door fixed.
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This was not the first time he had asked this question.
He once stopped in the middle of a turn, and yelled/mouthed "DO YOU WANT YOUR DOOR FIXED?!" through his window on a busy road during rush hour. This was always then followed-up by the inevitable "then you wanna sell your car? Five hunnred dollars?" Multiple fucking times. Every time he'd come into the shop with his kids. For like two years straight.
The classic moments for me were customers getting the Gamecube, Xbox, and Playstation 2 all mixed up and asking for a "Microsoft Cubestation," "Nintendo Box," etc. Also one lady that asked for Donkey Kong on the Playstation multiple times, and my favorite, the guy who screamed at me and thought I was a fucking idiot because "Area 51 DID come out for the Dreamcast!"
And the dirty, filthy systems and games people would bring in...never saw so much tobacco and dirt caked into anything else. It's like people lived in barns or something. Occasionally you'd open up a Playstation to clean it, only to find dead bugs inside.
What bothered me more than the dirt and nastiness was that my boss would always take this shit from people...I don't care if we did offer 50 cents, a dirty, disgusting Sega Genesis was not going to sell, right? Sadly, they did. Every time.
