With Christmas recently ended, its time for a story of stupid relating to it. Something that happened to be as yuletide grew near.
Buying Christmas presents a month early is a habit of mine. My birthday is around that time and I usually have more cash as a result. This year was a slight exception, my parents bought a Wii about four months ago and, having recalled their enjoyment of the Tomb Raider games on their playstation some years back, I was quite happy to see Tomb Raider: Anniverssary (sp?) on said console. It wasn't out just yet though, so I came back the day after it came out, picked up a copy, grabbed a copy of the Wii version of Resident Evil Four to make sure they had one each, and stood in the very long line.
Now this shop is very hot, people are bustling everywhere, other people are making idiotic comments about video games such as "I don't think (insert kid's name) will like this final fantasy game, it sounds erotic" and "Grand theft auto? So, you steal a car, then what?" I will admit to slight irritation as to the surroundings. Not the people who are visibly working very hard behind the counters to keep the line moving. Despite their efforts, I stood there for a good half hour waiting to be served, in this time I'd read the blurbs on the back of the boxes, counted out my money (exact change to ensure speedy service to keep the line going) and had memorised release dates for upcoming games I wanted thanks to a large billboard behind the counters.
Eventually I reach the front and a big guy standing there of Indian racial feature, I shan't repeat his name.
Now, I'm 20 years old as of November, one of these two games (I forget which, probably Resident Evil) is certificate 15.
Counter Dude: Do you have any ID?
me: Oh, sorry, is one of those an 18? (bearing in mind I'm used to being asked for ID for 18 rated DVD's and games, I carry ID whenever I intend to buy one or more, but never carry ID otherwise in case it gets stolen
CD: No, this one's a 15
me: So, you want ID to prove that I'm 15?
CD: Yes
Bearing in mind that even though this guy is no midget, I was a little taller than him, I'm carrying some extra baggage weight-wise but I'm nowhere near the size of this guy, I'm dressed in my work clothes, namely a cheap-but-smart pinstripe suit and black tie with white squares, the only thing that even remotely says "underage" are my shoes, which are deliberately black to look smart despite being trainers. I have a backpack over my shoulder, but then I'm used to carrying a bag everywhere I go, nobody's ever commented on it before, does that make me look young?
Me: Sorry, you want me to prove that I'm over 15?
CD: Yes, if you can't then I'm afraid I can't sell you this game, only this other one
Also bear in mind that I shop from this store often, I bought my PS3 there, I shop there regularly, I've bought an abundance of 15 rated games, people stopped asking for ID when I got to about 18.
me: Well no, sorry, I stopped getting asked for ID for 15 rated games a few years ago
CD: Then I can't sell you this game.
me: Fine
I figure its best not to get angry, this guy looks like he has all the intellect of the nearest rubbish bin.
Walking out of the shop with the remaining game, I walk downstairs in the shopping centre I'm in. I have to test this. Locating another game shop of the same franchise as the one I just tried, I walk in, grab the 15 rated game I failed to buy upstairs, waited another 20 minutes in a slightly shorter queue, put the game in front of the young lady behind the counter, prepared for the killer question
Lady: Did you find everything you wanted?
me: Yes, and thank you
Lady: No problem.
Game bought: flawless victory.
I wake up every day and have to look at myself in the mirror, not once have I ever thought that I look any less than 17 at the most.
and why do bus drivers and train ticket booth occupants never mistake me for a child? I'm wasting a fortune here!
Buying Christmas presents a month early is a habit of mine. My birthday is around that time and I usually have more cash as a result. This year was a slight exception, my parents bought a Wii about four months ago and, having recalled their enjoyment of the Tomb Raider games on their playstation some years back, I was quite happy to see Tomb Raider: Anniverssary (sp?) on said console. It wasn't out just yet though, so I came back the day after it came out, picked up a copy, grabbed a copy of the Wii version of Resident Evil Four to make sure they had one each, and stood in the very long line.
Now this shop is very hot, people are bustling everywhere, other people are making idiotic comments about video games such as "I don't think (insert kid's name) will like this final fantasy game, it sounds erotic" and "Grand theft auto? So, you steal a car, then what?" I will admit to slight irritation as to the surroundings. Not the people who are visibly working very hard behind the counters to keep the line moving. Despite their efforts, I stood there for a good half hour waiting to be served, in this time I'd read the blurbs on the back of the boxes, counted out my money (exact change to ensure speedy service to keep the line going) and had memorised release dates for upcoming games I wanted thanks to a large billboard behind the counters.
Eventually I reach the front and a big guy standing there of Indian racial feature, I shan't repeat his name.
Now, I'm 20 years old as of November, one of these two games (I forget which, probably Resident Evil) is certificate 15.
Counter Dude: Do you have any ID?
me: Oh, sorry, is one of those an 18? (bearing in mind I'm used to being asked for ID for 18 rated DVD's and games, I carry ID whenever I intend to buy one or more, but never carry ID otherwise in case it gets stolen
CD: No, this one's a 15
me: So, you want ID to prove that I'm 15?
CD: Yes
Bearing in mind that even though this guy is no midget, I was a little taller than him, I'm carrying some extra baggage weight-wise but I'm nowhere near the size of this guy, I'm dressed in my work clothes, namely a cheap-but-smart pinstripe suit and black tie with white squares, the only thing that even remotely says "underage" are my shoes, which are deliberately black to look smart despite being trainers. I have a backpack over my shoulder, but then I'm used to carrying a bag everywhere I go, nobody's ever commented on it before, does that make me look young?
Me: Sorry, you want me to prove that I'm over 15?
CD: Yes, if you can't then I'm afraid I can't sell you this game, only this other one
Also bear in mind that I shop from this store often, I bought my PS3 there, I shop there regularly, I've bought an abundance of 15 rated games, people stopped asking for ID when I got to about 18.
me: Well no, sorry, I stopped getting asked for ID for 15 rated games a few years ago
CD: Then I can't sell you this game.
me: Fine
I figure its best not to get angry, this guy looks like he has all the intellect of the nearest rubbish bin.
Walking out of the shop with the remaining game, I walk downstairs in the shopping centre I'm in. I have to test this. Locating another game shop of the same franchise as the one I just tried, I walk in, grab the 15 rated game I failed to buy upstairs, waited another 20 minutes in a slightly shorter queue, put the game in front of the young lady behind the counter, prepared for the killer question
Lady: Did you find everything you wanted?
me: Yes, and thank you
Lady: No problem.
Game bought: flawless victory.
I wake up every day and have to look at myself in the mirror, not once have I ever thought that I look any less than 17 at the most.
and why do bus drivers and train ticket booth occupants never mistake me for a child? I'm wasting a fortune here!






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