I work at GameStop, as many probably know by now. I don't understand how people LEAVE THEIR HOUSE or even DRIVE without their ID. We have a giant sign that says we card people who look under 30 for M rated games, and even on the GSTV there's an ad thing that says it out loud for those illiterate fucks (seriously in this day and age, in the US, it's RIDICULOUS to not be able to read wtf trailer trash go LEARN).

So this kid comes in with his mom to trade in a game and get Call of Duty Modern Warfare (the first one). I start working on the transaction and then I get to the part where I have to ask for ID.

"This game is rated mature, can I please see your ID?"

"I'm going to be nineteen soon, but I don't have an ID."

"Well, can I see your ID?" I indicate what I presumed at the time to be the boy's sister.

"I'm his mother, and I don't have an ID either."

"I can't sell a mature rated game without seeing a picture ID."

"You don't think I'm old enough?"

"Ma'am you look under thirty, so I can't be sure how old you are, even if you just tell me. People lie about their age all the time."

"I don't have an ID, seriously you're carding me for a stupid game? This is stupid."

At this point, she walks off and starts talking to some random guy in the store. I overhear her asking him if he would buy a game for her because she doesn't have her ID so I inform her,

"I can't do that."

"He can't buy the game and then give it to me?"

"No ma'am."

"Where does it say that? I see your sign says you have to show ID but I don't see anywhere on it that you can't have someone else buy it for you. Are you kidding me? It's not like it's cigarettes or alcohol!"

"It's our store's policy."

"This is bullshit."

She storms off with her son in tow, muttering about something or the other. I admit I shouldn't have said the next part, but I did mutter that we didn't need stupid white trash in our store to begin with after she was out of the store and definitely out of earshot. I work on a few more transactions after that, and she comes back in with her son and an older woman, presumably her mother. As she waits in line again, she keeps complaining about what a snotty attitude I have and how I'm the one being rude.

Wait, what?

"It should be on a sign." She kept repeating.

"It's our store policy, I'm sorry about all the trouble, but I can't lose my job over something like that." I say as I'm finishing out a different customer.

"Can I talk to the manager?"

"He's the manager on duty." I gesture at Jason.

"Is there someone over him?"

"Yes."

"Give me his number so I can call him about this, because this is ridiculous. Over a damn GAME!"

"I can't give you my store manager's personal number."

"No, the store's number, when will he be in again?"

"Tomorrow at 10."

"Until.....?"

"I don't know, 5? I can't give you his exact schedule either."

"And what's your first and last name?"

"My name is ___ and you don't need to know my last name."

"Are you the only ___ here?!"

"Yes."

You would think it's that hard to get a fucking ID. I know in special situations, it can be. But for most people it just requires waiting in line for 3 hours and paying $15. NOT THAT BIG A DEAL IF YOU WANT YOUR DAMN GAMES, amirite? People. Just, ugh. GOOD LUCK, CUNTWAFFLE~ BECAUSE MY MANAGER IS GOING TO SIDE WITH ME!