Well I started it another thread, and thought well... instead of being a hijacking loser I would make my own thread and see how that propagates.
I encourage others to share their horrors or joys of happenings in a retail video game store/chain. Either employees or customers. Please, no generalized hate or disrespect towards employees of said stores because as an employee of one, I can assure you we all aren't "brain-dead dimwits who know nothing about games and are just pre-order/subscription bots". I can assure you I have a wide taste in gaming and have been doing so for about 14 years now and have owned pretty much every major home console besides the obscure or very old (thinking some of the Atari and Sega Master System).
ANYWAYS, on to a tale:
The Little DS that Could.
So it was a bit before Christmas, and we were lulling about, recovering the store and the such when we had a mom and a dad walk in looking pretty tired and sad. The parents walked up to the counter and said "I know, you guys are the least likely spot out of everyone (the "We have no Wiis though triggered"), but something happened to our little girls DS and she wanted a new one for Christmas, but we just COULD not find it. We are just hoping to get her a new one."
Well, it turns out we actually has a DS Lite or two left from a shipment and were able to sell them one. This was during a big ice/snow storm that happened, so I was surprised to see them trudging about as I only lived about 2 minutes away from the store and was the first one to get called in, while the "farther outs" were told to hold off. Sold them the DS and they seemed pretty exhausted, yet happy.
Fast forward to sometime after Christmas/before New Years. The same people come in again, I wasn't waiting on them this time, but they were returning the brand new DS. I was curious as to why, so I asked them. They told me, after the snow had melted off some (I live in Ohio, our weather is anything but normal) there, where a snow drift has been in the yard, was a white DS. The Lost One. They brought it inside, took out the battery and such and put it on a register and let it sit for a few days. Then they put it back together, recharged it, and it PLAYED. We were all like... what the... But they were both very open about it and was returning the DS, but picking up some games for their kid instead, so it seemed pretty trust worthy. If it was a PSP I would call it a far fetched tail, but gotta give it to Nintendo. I have heard cell phones surviving the washing machine, but a DS in a snow drift? Wow.
Next up, as requested:
Crazy PSP Lady
A Questionable Broken PS3
The Xbox that Nearly Killed Me (not really, but it sounds cooler, doesn't it?)
I encourage others to share their horrors or joys of happenings in a retail video game store/chain. Either employees or customers. Please, no generalized hate or disrespect towards employees of said stores because as an employee of one, I can assure you we all aren't "brain-dead dimwits who know nothing about games and are just pre-order/subscription bots". I can assure you I have a wide taste in gaming and have been doing so for about 14 years now and have owned pretty much every major home console besides the obscure or very old (thinking some of the Atari and Sega Master System).
ANYWAYS, on to a tale:
The Little DS that Could.
So it was a bit before Christmas, and we were lulling about, recovering the store and the such when we had a mom and a dad walk in looking pretty tired and sad. The parents walked up to the counter and said "I know, you guys are the least likely spot out of everyone (the "We have no Wiis though triggered"), but something happened to our little girls DS and she wanted a new one for Christmas, but we just COULD not find it. We are just hoping to get her a new one."
Well, it turns out we actually has a DS Lite or two left from a shipment and were able to sell them one. This was during a big ice/snow storm that happened, so I was surprised to see them trudging about as I only lived about 2 minutes away from the store and was the first one to get called in, while the "farther outs" were told to hold off. Sold them the DS and they seemed pretty exhausted, yet happy.
Fast forward to sometime after Christmas/before New Years. The same people come in again, I wasn't waiting on them this time, but they were returning the brand new DS. I was curious as to why, so I asked them. They told me, after the snow had melted off some (I live in Ohio, our weather is anything but normal) there, where a snow drift has been in the yard, was a white DS. The Lost One. They brought it inside, took out the battery and such and put it on a register and let it sit for a few days. Then they put it back together, recharged it, and it PLAYED. We were all like... what the... But they were both very open about it and was returning the DS, but picking up some games for their kid instead, so it seemed pretty trust worthy. If it was a PSP I would call it a far fetched tail, but gotta give it to Nintendo. I have heard cell phones surviving the washing machine, but a DS in a snow drift? Wow.
Next up, as requested:
Crazy PSP Lady
A Questionable Broken PS3
The Xbox that Nearly Killed Me (not really, but it sounds cooler, doesn't it?)