Worked today, 10am-3:30pm. It's about 3:18 and the phone rings so I answer it. Thanks for calling GameStop where we have 2500 gaming gifts under $20... the greeting for this season... and I honestly can't understand what this whackjob is asking me. His Ebonics are so bad I can't tell if he's saying "Imagine Teacher" or "Madden 2010." Yeah, that's pretty bad. And I've gotten pretty good at understanding this sorry excuse for a dialect (if you can call it that, I prefer to think of it as a bastardization)...

In any case, the conversation ensues as follows.

"You'd get about $3 for that." I assumed he meant Imagine Teacher.
"Dat ain righ."
"Must've been a bad game... is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Y'all buy Wii controllers?"
"Yes, we take in remotes."
"Take in? Y'all buy 'em? How much you git fo' 'un in cash?"
"A little over $8, and they have to be in good condition."
"Whatchoo mean? What it gotta have? Do it need the back?"
"Yes, it needs the battery backing."
"It got one of those charger things."
"Then you'd need to trade in the charger too, or find the original backing."
"So you can't buy it wit'out the backing."
"No, sir, we cannot."
"How much you git fo' a 360 joystick?"
"Wired or wireless? By the way, this is the last item I'll be able to look up for you."
"A'ight, wireless."
"About $10."
"Dat it?"
"Yes, and it has to have the battery backing, too. And the rubber grips on the joysticks."
"Oh. How much you git fo' a P-3 controller?"
"I'm sorry sir I can't look that one up I have to take care of the customers in the store now."
"That's bad customer service."
"I have to take care of people who physically came into the store... I have a line."
"It a long line? Or you jus' bein' stupid?"

Yeah, no. Not fucking dealing with some jackass that can't even speak properly calling me stupid. I hung up on that asshole. I left work 3 minutes late thanks to that asshole, I hope he spontaneously combusts.