GameStop yin and yang
I’ve never been a GameStop hater. I know where they’re coming from, but i’m usually in and out the place, never having much more words than “can i have [game] for [system]?” I have witnessed and been subject to the smug salespeople’s idiot games talk. In their world, and in the world of many fangeeks, GameStop employees are overlords with divine right, acting as a medium between the game publisher gods and the humble masses. Seemingly, they think they’re the only ones who have access to the IGN webpage.
In reality? They’re all – men and women – out of shape, pallid, disheveled, self-assertive losers who memorize ship dates to think they are someone in the industry. Retail industry maybe… Or not even.
As i was mentioning in the comments here, i attempted to return Rayman Raving Rabbids earlier today to no success. I went to three GameStops in total, probably the most i’ve been to in one day ever. In the first is where the vein near my left eye almost burst.
I was around Broadway looking for some place, and came upon a tucked away GameStop that i’ve only been to once before. I go in. It’s cozy, with a high ceiling. Looking around, it’s probably the tidiest one i’ve seen. Wii and DS section are right by the door, all 3 next-gen kiosks are on, by the window, side by side. With the scarce amount of space it had, it damn well better be neat. I notice a Wii countdown clock with zeros all across. The 2 guys behind the counter seem occupied with something below the counter’s horizon.
I unzip my jacket, waiting for one of them to cater to me. Eventually the tall one asks me what i need. I hand him Rayman to trade in. He checks the disk, scans, types some keys, and asks if i want to buy anything. I say Zelda, he says they got it, he asks for my ID for the trade-in. I tell him i don’t have one, he looks back at his flat panel monitor and hands back Rayman. I’ve seen this being done before, the asking of ID for trade-ins, but i have no clue why they do it and had forgotten about it until it came up here, with me. So then i ask “is it an age thing?”
He looks up without turning his head from his leaned forward position, and goes “No, it’s a we need ID for trade-ins thing.”
Muscles around my mouth clench up a little. I stash Rayman back into my jacket. As i’m walking out and his response marinates in my head, the tumor builds. Yes, this is different from usual GameStop employee’s pearls of wisdom, but still, he’s a GameStop employee.
What an asshole. I wanted to know why they needed ID for trade-ins now, after all these years of hounding every single customer about bringing in their entire Xbox and GameCube library if used, no questions asked — besides “Do you wanna reserve this game yet?”. Listen, dude, i’m sorry that you were outbid on eBay last night over some 2-month old graphics card and that your 6-month old one currently in place doesn’t cut it for crisply rendered cybering in Second Life, but don’t be a dick and take it out on paying customers, Lurch. GameStop being a prick, you tall doof.
Further on up or down the street a few blocks thataway, i enter the GameStop that’s become my most visited in recent time. Knowing that they’d ask for ID, i just ask the guy who i assume is a manager about not having ID at the other store and if there was any way around that. He and the girl at the next register explain in a cool manner that GameStop has to abide by New York’s pawn shop laws, which state that they need ID whenever they buy something off a customer, like pawn shops do.
I say “no problem” as he continues to inform me, trying to let him know that it’s not a problem, and give him a good thank you. I meant that “thank you”, too. Rarely does that happen, but he was very cool about it and let me know what was up. I officially like this GameStop as of today.
Shithead from the other GameStop…jerk me off.