Thanks for running down the background on your neighbor's feud with Gamestop, DJ. My favorite parts:
He bought a steering wheel under the guise that it would work with Grand Theft Auto.
LOL. That is the type of thing an average gamer might do, but anyone who's played the game a lot would think is ridiculous. That they actually sold him one is the icing on the cake.
This manager was apparently in the military at some time, and the manager and my neighbor bonded.
I wonder how he worked that into the conversation? "I'm a Gulf War veteran, you don't go selling me a $#%& steering wheel that don't work with GTA!"
I asked because anecdotes about store boycotts have always struck a chord with me... Take for instance my current standoff with Blockbuster Video. I won't set foot in that damn place.
It all started a couple years ago when I was visiting my folks back home, and went out to rent a game with one of my old high school buddies. We ended up at the Blockbuster register with a copy of NFS: Hot Pursuit II, and my friend was going to put it on his card. The clerk scans his card and says, "Oh, your credit card expired last month. Do you have a new one you can put on file?"
"Yeah... Do you see anything else on there? It's just that my card is expired?" Right away, my friend is suspicious.
"Yep, that's it. We just need a new card for your membership."
"Well, yeah my card
did get renewed last month. Okay, here you go..."
He hands the clerk a new VISA. Big mistake:
"Oh. Sir, looks like there are two late fees on your account for such and such DVD's. Did you want to pay those now?"
"WHAT! I returned those on time!"
"No, looks like they were a day late. It's going to be $12 for the late fee and the game."
"...You said it was just that the card expired. Forget it! You can take that card right off the database. TAKE IT OFF!"
"Afraid I can't do that, sir. It's in the system now, we're going to have to charge your card if you won't pay now."
"I'll dispute the charge and charge it back! $%#& you! No good lying sumbitch..." Slams the game on the counter and continues yelling on his way out...
I couldn't help but laugh a bit on the way out; my buddy wanted to go back in and chew out the manager (who was probably the clerk himself). I talked him out of it and we rented the game at some other place called Video Warehouse. The worst part is that Blockbuster no longer even requires credit cards for membership, just a driver's license. So they really did give him a line of BS to collect on late charges.
Here's the kicker: The next day I woke up from a hangover and stumbled downstairs at my dad's house. He goes, "Here's a pile of mail for you." Since I moved out several years ago, I still get the occasional piece of mail at his place.
What was sitting right on top but a late notice from Blockbuster!