Ah, yes...GameStore. A cesspool of SC's if there ever was one. I've had the unfortunate experience of working for two different video game stores: GameCrazy (whom I mention by name because I actually enjoyed it there, and the business itself was far superior to GS), and, erm, "GameStore". Which I'm not even sure WHY I'm hiding the name, it's just something that seems common around here.
Before I begin, any of you who haven't worked in GameStore (and those of you who have) should Google "Zero Originality GameStop". Oops, there's the name. Silly me. It's a 90 minute long series done in the style of Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw, which I'm sure some of you are familiar with. Really hits the nail on the head.
Anyway, on to the horror stories.
Game stores in general are known to be filled with the biggest idiots this side of the Senate. SC's who make you want to pull out a baseball bat and start swinging while you shout obscenities in your underwear.
You'd think GameStop's most frequent customers would be gamers, right? After all, Gamers love video games, and GameStop is full of said product.
Well, you'd be wrong. The majority of the customers every game store gets are of four types:
1) The infrequent gamer, usually a college kid who wants to play Rock Band or Halo while getting smashed with his buddies.
2) The negligent mother and her legion of hell spawn, of which she doesn't have the slightest notion of controlling, much less keeping in line. She will frequently DEMAND that you show her where Mario is on Xbox, even though you've just told her that Mario isn't on Xbox. This is usually followed by her accusing you of calling her an idiot and a liar (which she is), and swearing at you before stomping out.
3) The Heavy Accent Guy. Usually impossible to understand, and gets furious when you can't decipher their alien-like tone.
4) The clueless relative, who has never bought a game in his or her life, and only gives vague hints like "It's a game for that one games system", or "it's the one with that man."
Of course, that's not all of them, but the majority. You still get the creepy pedophiles ("Hmm...Winx club...this looks pretty awesome" [Note: Winx Club is a game for little girls about fairies]), the Elitist Snob, The Console Fanboy, etc.
This particular story comes from the Christmas shopping rush of 2005, when the Xbox 360 was released. We were getting flooded with calls (NO WE DON'T HAVE ANY GOD DAMN 360s, YOU ASSHATS), with lines out the door from opening til closing.
On a quick side note, it pissed me off greatly that I couldn't say "Merry Christmas", or I would be fired. I mean...seriously? Who's going to be offended by "Merry Christmas"? I have yet to meet someone who I said merry christmas to, only to have them turn around and go "FUCK YOU!", and I doubt I ever will.
But anyway.
It was a few days before Black Friday, a day that retail monkeys throughout the country fear and loathe. Myself included. It had been a busy day, as usual, and we'd already had our share of idiots. This guy, however, takes the cake. And then tries to get a refund after eating it.
We were in the middle of a customer rush, and I was working the registers with Rob and Greg, the latter being my manager. Pretty cool guy, easy to work with. I had just finished ringing up someone's purchase when a guy in his early 30's walks up to the counter holding a PSP. Uh oh.
Me: O_o
SC: Pissed off PSP guy
Me: "How ya doin', sir?"
SC: "I'll be better once you fix this."
*puts PSP on the counter*
Me: "Can I ask what's wrong with it?"
SC: "It don't work."
Me: "...okay, but specifically what's wrong with it?"
SC: "It won't even fuckin' power on."
I shoot Greg a glance like "Great, he's gonna be trouble"
Me, after picking it up: "Uhh, sir, it looks like the power button and control stick have both snapped off, and the screen is cracked. And it looks there's a lot of water damage on it, probably shorted out the internals."
SC: "Yeah, so replace it. I want a new one. I got it as a gift for my six year old (!!!) son, and he dropped it on the pool deck and it fell into the pool."
Wait...you gave your son a $250 PSP and let him near the pool with it? WTF is wrong with you?
*preparing myself for the upcoming shitstorm*
Me: "Sir, the warranty only covers damage due to the manufacturer's fault, such as defective hardware or dead pixels on the screen. The damage to your PSP isn't covered by that warranty."
SC, turning red: "I don't care, just get me a new one."
Me: "I can't do that. We can't replace your system because your son dropped it, it has to be--"
SC, cutting me off: "Yeah, whatever, just say it's manufacturer's fault."
Me: "..."
SC: *angry glare*
Me: "I can't do that."
Greg steps in at this point, thankfully.
Greg: "Sir, we can't replace your PSP, and it's already been explained why."
SC: "I just fuckin' bought this thing two days ago. Are you saying I spent two-hundred fifty dollars on this piece of shit, and I can't even get it replaced?!"
Now everyone else in the store is looking at him.
Greg: "I'm sorry, but yes. We can't replace it, the warranty doesn't cover user damage (or damaged users)"
SC: "REPLACE MY FUCKING SYSTEM OR I'M GONNA REPORT YOU TO THE BETTER BUSINESS BUREAU."
Greg: "Sir, please stop yelling or I'm gonna have to ask you to leave my store. You can talk to the District Manager if you like, I can give you his number, but he's gonna tell you the same thing. It's company policy."
SC: "Wipe that stupid smile off your face or I'll slap it off!"
Oh shit, you've done it now.
Greg: "Now you can get out of my store for threatening me."
SC: "I'm not going anywhere until you replace my fucking system!"
Greg: "Then we can let the cops take you out of here. Your choice."
SC then gets this stance like he's gonna jump over the counter and attack Greg. Personally, I would have loved to see him try, Greg would have kicked his ass.
Greg: "You've got five seconds before I call the cops and have you removed."
SC reaches over the counter (ANGRILY, of course) and grabs his PSP, knocking our phone and several displays over.
SC: "SO THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE YOUR MONEY, BY FUCKING OVER YOUR CUSTOMERS!" (which is true in some ways, but not the way he was talking about, but that's a rant for later)
He finally left, slamming the door behind him. The next person in line says "That guy was a douchebag" and we all have a laugh at the SC's expense.
Thank god I don't work there any more. Next to working in the deli, that was the worst job I've ever had.
Before I begin, any of you who haven't worked in GameStore (and those of you who have) should Google "Zero Originality GameStop". Oops, there's the name. Silly me. It's a 90 minute long series done in the style of Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw, which I'm sure some of you are familiar with. Really hits the nail on the head.
Anyway, on to the horror stories.
Game stores in general are known to be filled with the biggest idiots this side of the Senate. SC's who make you want to pull out a baseball bat and start swinging while you shout obscenities in your underwear.
You'd think GameStop's most frequent customers would be gamers, right? After all, Gamers love video games, and GameStop is full of said product.
Well, you'd be wrong. The majority of the customers every game store gets are of four types:
1) The infrequent gamer, usually a college kid who wants to play Rock Band or Halo while getting smashed with his buddies.
2) The negligent mother and her legion of hell spawn, of which she doesn't have the slightest notion of controlling, much less keeping in line. She will frequently DEMAND that you show her where Mario is on Xbox, even though you've just told her that Mario isn't on Xbox. This is usually followed by her accusing you of calling her an idiot and a liar (which she is), and swearing at you before stomping out.
3) The Heavy Accent Guy. Usually impossible to understand, and gets furious when you can't decipher their alien-like tone.
4) The clueless relative, who has never bought a game in his or her life, and only gives vague hints like "It's a game for that one games system", or "it's the one with that man."
Of course, that's not all of them, but the majority. You still get the creepy pedophiles ("Hmm...Winx club...this looks pretty awesome" [Note: Winx Club is a game for little girls about fairies]), the Elitist Snob, The Console Fanboy, etc.
This particular story comes from the Christmas shopping rush of 2005, when the Xbox 360 was released. We were getting flooded with calls (NO WE DON'T HAVE ANY GOD DAMN 360s, YOU ASSHATS), with lines out the door from opening til closing.
On a quick side note, it pissed me off greatly that I couldn't say "Merry Christmas", or I would be fired. I mean...seriously? Who's going to be offended by "Merry Christmas"? I have yet to meet someone who I said merry christmas to, only to have them turn around and go "FUCK YOU!", and I doubt I ever will.
But anyway.
It was a few days before Black Friday, a day that retail monkeys throughout the country fear and loathe. Myself included. It had been a busy day, as usual, and we'd already had our share of idiots. This guy, however, takes the cake. And then tries to get a refund after eating it.
We were in the middle of a customer rush, and I was working the registers with Rob and Greg, the latter being my manager. Pretty cool guy, easy to work with. I had just finished ringing up someone's purchase when a guy in his early 30's walks up to the counter holding a PSP. Uh oh.
Me: O_o
SC: Pissed off PSP guy
Me: "How ya doin', sir?"
SC: "I'll be better once you fix this."
*puts PSP on the counter*
Me: "Can I ask what's wrong with it?"
SC: "It don't work."
Me: "...okay, but specifically what's wrong with it?"
SC: "It won't even fuckin' power on."
I shoot Greg a glance like "Great, he's gonna be trouble"
Me, after picking it up: "Uhh, sir, it looks like the power button and control stick have both snapped off, and the screen is cracked. And it looks there's a lot of water damage on it, probably shorted out the internals."
SC: "Yeah, so replace it. I want a new one. I got it as a gift for my six year old (!!!) son, and he dropped it on the pool deck and it fell into the pool."
Wait...you gave your son a $250 PSP and let him near the pool with it? WTF is wrong with you?
*preparing myself for the upcoming shitstorm*
Me: "Sir, the warranty only covers damage due to the manufacturer's fault, such as defective hardware or dead pixels on the screen. The damage to your PSP isn't covered by that warranty."
SC, turning red: "I don't care, just get me a new one."
Me: "I can't do that. We can't replace your system because your son dropped it, it has to be--"
SC, cutting me off: "Yeah, whatever, just say it's manufacturer's fault."
Me: "..."
SC: *angry glare*
Me: "I can't do that."
Greg steps in at this point, thankfully.
Greg: "Sir, we can't replace your PSP, and it's already been explained why."
SC: "I just fuckin' bought this thing two days ago. Are you saying I spent two-hundred fifty dollars on this piece of shit, and I can't even get it replaced?!"
Now everyone else in the store is looking at him.
Greg: "I'm sorry, but yes. We can't replace it, the warranty doesn't cover user damage (or damaged users)"
SC: "REPLACE MY FUCKING SYSTEM OR I'M GONNA REPORT YOU TO THE BETTER BUSINESS BUREAU."
Greg: "Sir, please stop yelling or I'm gonna have to ask you to leave my store. You can talk to the District Manager if you like, I can give you his number, but he's gonna tell you the same thing. It's company policy."
SC: "Wipe that stupid smile off your face or I'll slap it off!"
Oh shit, you've done it now.
Greg: "Now you can get out of my store for threatening me."
SC: "I'm not going anywhere until you replace my fucking system!"
Greg: "Then we can let the cops take you out of here. Your choice."
SC then gets this stance like he's gonna jump over the counter and attack Greg. Personally, I would have loved to see him try, Greg would have kicked his ass.
Greg: "You've got five seconds before I call the cops and have you removed."
SC reaches over the counter (ANGRILY, of course) and grabs his PSP, knocking our phone and several displays over.
SC: "SO THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE YOUR MONEY, BY FUCKING OVER YOUR CUSTOMERS!" (which is true in some ways, but not the way he was talking about, but that's a rant for later)
He finally left, slamming the door behind him. The next person in line says "That guy was a douchebag" and we all have a laugh at the SC's expense.
Thank god I don't work there any more. Next to working in the deli, that was the worst job I've ever had.
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