(Skyrim, a popular video game, has just been released. As a result, we are overwhelmed by people who have come to retrieve pre-ordered games and others who haven’t pre-ordered. We’ve just run out of non-pre-ordered games when a customer comes in. He’s holding an empty Skyrim box.)
Customer:
“Oh, hi. I would like to buy Skyrim on PC, please.”
Me:
“Oh, I’m sorry, we’ve just run out of it. The only ones we have left are pre-ordered.”
Customer:
“Aw, come on, man! You must have some left in the back! Please, go check!”
Me:
“No, I’m sure we ran out of those. Same for PS3 and Xbox versions. Come back tomorrow morning; we’ll be resupplied.”
(He moans about it for at least 5 minutes before giving up and begins wandering around the store. At this moment, another customer comes in to retrieve a pre-ordered PC version of Skyrim. Before we can say or do anything, the first customer LEAPS on the man, snatches the game from his hands and runs away, with me in tow followed by security. During the chase, the thief screams as if we are going to murder him.)
Customer:
“LEAVE ME ALONE, IT’S MINE! IT’S MYYYYYYYYYYYY GAME!”
(A few meters later, he crosses the path of a tall man who, seeing and hearing the commotion, screams something to the thief. The tall man then rams the thief with his shoulder, sending the poor kid fly backwards and landing a least half a meter away. As the thief is being taken away by security and I’m retrieving the game box, I talk to the tall man.)
Me:
“Sir, what did you yell to him before grabbing him?”
Tall Man:
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
Me:
“Okay.”
Tall Man:
“FUS RO DAH!”
