a very important person.

i was at game crazy, trying to get a used game. that was my first mistake. "what's v.i.p.?" my friend said, then he answered his own question: "oh, a very important person." the v.i.p. price tag on the used game was cheaper than the normal price, but not by much. maybe by like $5 or so. i picked it up, and brought it to the counter. the clerk behind the counter was a real piece of work. a tall, graying white guy with glasses. he looked like a real chi mo.

"umm, i'm not sure if we have that," he said. "oh okay," i said. "it might just be a ghost case," he said. he looked for the disc in a drawer full of discs and white sleeves with circular windowpanes. my friend asked him about another game. "no, we don't have it," the clerk said. "no one ever pre-ordered it, so we didn't bother buying any." it didn't surprise me that no one had pre-ordered the game. it was south seattle, after all, where i racistly assume most kids are more interested in a owning pair of a yeezys and possibly a .45 than acquiring the latest version of halo.

somehow, the pathetic clerk started talking about where he was from. he said he was from the south. louisiana or alabama, i forget. he said that when he first moved up here, people kept asking him to say, "y'all." "they'd ask me to say, 'how you doin', y'all?' and 'how y'all doin'?' it was funny at first, but then it just got kind of old. 'how you doin', y'all?' 'how y'all doin'?'" he kept repeating the phrase, four or five times at least, enough to make me believe that he was, in fact, not just game crazy, but crazy crazy. i guess one had to be, being a full grown man and all, and working at a game crazy in south seattle. poor bastard.

i couldn't pity him too much, though, because he was really pressuring me to become a v.i.p. during our encounter, i told him twice that i didn't even own an xbox, or any video game system for that matter, so buying a v.i.p. membership would kind of seem beside the point. "i'm telling you, though," he continued, "i turned this thing down for like the first three months, then when i finally got on board, i looked at all the money i could've saved, and i was just kicking myself!"

the man seriously would not let up. he was convinced i needed a v.i.p. pass, no matter what words were coming out of my mouth. i really started to hate him. maybe because he was so persistent, as though i was personally insulting him by not buying the membership. i was absurdly envious of his dedication to something so pointless as selling used video games at a retail chain store. whenever customers said no to barnes and noble memberships, i would always immediately back down. i didn't even try because, well...who really gives a shit.

i finally told the asshole no for the fifth time, and he finally gave up. he asked me if i wanted disc protection, an additional measly fifty cents. i rejected that, too. he finally ended with something like, "you really shouldn't have turned down that membership. if i see you in here buying a video game again..." i kind of just blocked out the rest. what irritating, piss poor customer service. at that point, i think i was just really annoyed by the fact that this loser of a salesman was talking to me like i was a stupid child.

and some of my friends still ask me why i don't own an xbox.

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