I went in there to sell my spare iPod touch in order to get some money to buy MW3 (ontop of picking up my copy of UMVC3 that I reserved).
First off, I have a close friend that works at the GS closest to me. I was hoping to see her there, so that I can get my mack on, but instead I see this fat greasy asshole with the hairiest neck was standing behind the counter. He had the nerve to tell me that they "ran out of copies". Fucker we all know UMVC3 ain't no hotcakes, they damn well had spare copies. I tell him that I had a copy reserved, to which he responds with a grunt. A grunt? Really bro? Really? Don't you know who I am? Bitches off the chain like Harriet Tubmayne. He then asks his co-worker to get a copy from under the counter. In the mean while, I can smell the bitchy-ness on him. I decide to myself, "this asshole isn't worth it. I might as well finish my business and get on my way as soon as possible. Hell, I probably already fucked his bitch." In all my disgust, I manage to say "I also have this iPod that I'm looking to sell. I heard you guys are buying those, right?" His co-worker say "yeah, we most definitely are."
"Alright, cool. Here's my 8 GB 1st-Gen."
He checked his chart, and told me it would be worth $70, like I fucking knew.
Here's where the shit hits the fan.
Remember that fat, oily birgin from earlier. He butts in and says "LET ME TAKE A GANDER AT THE IPOD."
He snatches it from his co-workers hand and begins to thoroughly inspect my iPod, as if it was an unconscious hooker who mysteriously appeared on his bed. After a long intense examintion, the most creepish grin sprouts on his face. It looks as if he was being pleasured sexually by a promiscuous whore of his caliber.
"...
no."
Me and his co-worker hesitant look at each other, in an attempt to clarify that he both heard the same thing.
"What did you say bruh? Repeat that 1 more time, I didn't hear you properly. You said "no" what"
"..,,NO..,
good."
I motion towards him, as if I were going to force him to speak in a tone similar to my likings.
"NO WHAT??"
"BUENO!...
...YOUR PRODUCT IS NO GOOD HERE!! SEE HERE, LOOK AT THIS!!"
He's pointing to the back of my iPod Touch. At first glance I wasn't comprehending his motives, I couldn't see what he was trying to point out to me. I shifted my weight to one foot, as I grew tired of standing in this filthy man-childs environment. It was then that I realized, as the light was reflecting off of the chrome back of my iPod Touch. There was a minor dent in the back of it. When I say minor, I'm talking "sex with a kindergartener" minor. So minor that I, the owner of the iPod, was unaware of it's existence.
I am in awe.
"Are you serious?"
I quickly look towards his co-worker for confirmation. He unwillingly nods his head in agreement with his overweight basement dwelling counterpart. I can't believe what has just transpired.
I quickly grab my copy of UMVC3 and head towards the door. The flabby clerk, in the midst of a euphoric bliss, cockily screams towards me, "SIR, YOU FORGOT YOUR CHANGE."
I say, "Nah, it's for you. Use it to buy some self-decency, and a shirt that fits." His co-worker laughs accidentally, and the neckbearded man looks down in shame.
I then proceeded to drive home and play some Marvel.
It wasn't until now that I realized that Gamestop never asked me if I wanted to pre-order anything else. FUCKING GAMESTOP.