He was fixing an N64 while I talked to him. It was great. Okay, maybe the level of detail and knowledge was like gaf, but not the actual conversation, which was conducted by real humans and not meme-spewing snarklords. No, that happened at another store, where an incredibly disheveled customer kept asking everyone if they had seen some sort of ESPN sports creepypasta. I was very uncomfortable and only bought Hamtaro for Game Boy Color.
Then I ate at Red Lobster because I need the food I shovel into my gaping maw to reflect my internalized self-loathing, and the women in the booth next to us were talking about getting blisters from Mario Party for like 20 mintues. What the fuck is going on? Did I slide into The Wizard? Is this like when you see one ant and then you suddenly notice a shit-load of them because your focus shifted? Are games cool again? Are they art?