The twitter version of this story doesn't do it justice. So here's the uncut version.

"Excuse me, do you have Lego Star Wars for the PS3?"
"Hold on, let me look it up. Ah, the computer says we have a used one. Let me see if I can find it."

I look for the game for about 5 minutes, checking for it new- nothing. Checking for it used- nothing. I even checked in the S's in case someone filed it under "Star Wars" and not "Lego." Nothing.

"I can't seem to find it..."
"Can your manager look for it?"

Uh, wtf? I couldn't find it. What makes you think that Jeremy will magically know where it is? I inclined my head towards him some and asked if he might know where it might be. He shrugged and said, "If it's not in the drawers then we must just not have it."

"Why would your computer say you have it, then?"
"I don't know, someone stole it?"
"Of course you wouldn't know."

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I couldn't hold it in. I actually said this aloud.

"Uh, what's that supposed to mean?"

She ignored me. "Can you see if another store has it, then?"
"Sure."

So I looked it up. It came up that some stores nearby did have it, but I purposely sent her to the one across town. USE UP YOUR GAS, BITCH FACE. I HOPE YOU HAVE AN ACCIDENT. >:| Implying that I'm stupid? Uncool. You don't fucking know me. Get the fuck off your 9-5 desk job high horse. You probably hate your life and your job, which is why you take it out on me. Sucks for you!

And then, like not even 15 minutes later, another rude ass customer!

So this guy comes in and places a game on the counter. It's NBA 2K10.

"I bought this about 4 days ago from the store off of exit 218. I want to return it, but I done lost my receipt."
"You'll have to go to that store, we can't look up your receipt here."
"I can't make it down there today." Mind you, exit 218 is like. Not even 10 minutes away. I don't understand why he couldn't drive south just a few more exits.
"Did you buy it new?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, well you wouldn't be able to return it anyway."
"What? No I have a 7 days."
"No, that's for unopened new merchandise."
"What? Unopened?"
"Yeah, it can't be opened and played. I can't return it, even if you had your receipt."
"Y'all just change that? It hasn't been like that..."

At this point, Jeremy steps in with "It's been the policy since I've been manager here, that's almost 6 or 7 years."
"I been here longer than 6 years and it ain't always been like that."

I fail to see why he's even arguing, who cares what it was? The operative word here is WAS. At this point, it just becomes a back-and-forth between Jeremy and him.

"Well, that's what it is."
"Hold on, what's their number? I'll call that store."
"What number?" Jeremy hadn't overheard the store the man mentioned.
"You a GameStop, gimme their number."
"Yes, but it doesn't mean I have psychic powers and know where you purchased this game."
"Don't you get smart with me, gimme their number."
"I don't know which store-"
"I AM A GROWN MAN YOU DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT."

I eventually gave the irate man the number, but what the hell!? PROTIP: IF YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD, STAY THE FUCK HOME. NO ONE WANTS TO FUCKING DEAL WITH YOUR SHITTY ATTITUDE.