I rolled into GameStop today looking for a new game. Ahh, Far Cry. Used. $19.99. I grab the case and head to the counter.
I wait in line behind an obese father and his obese son. They hobble out and I step up.
The cashier looks at the case in my hand. ‘Oh, okay, let me see if I have that in stock.’ She turns around, a half-assed attempt at convincing me she checked. She knows.
‘Oh, we don’t have that in stock.’ She feels my anger. ‘I can order it for you if you want.’
Great. So can I. At literally any one of hundreds of online vendors posting on Amazon.
Jesus. Christ. I am holding shares bought at $315.
I deserve to lose this money and I belong with the rest of you retards.