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I walked into Gamestop today to purchase a used copy of Red Dead Redemption (to play on the rare occasion I have nothing to do) and I voluntarily opened myself up to be confronted by the store clerk as what most people do while standing in line in the store. I asked politely if they had a used copy of Red Dead Redemption and he said 'Why yes we have 30 copies'. I was excited, to say the least, and began the grueling journey through time and space to purchase it. This is getting good right? Well, as I was bombarded by questions pertaining to the useless services that the company offered, I began to lose my train of thought and kept repeating the word 'No' over and over, hoping that it would at some point in time sink in that I do not want their fucking magazine or to rent this game coming out next century, but then I was hit with a question so hard that I almost lost my footing.
"This game is rated M, can I see your ID?"
This was my first reaction.
I was confused, bewildered, befuddled, baffled, distraught and behooved. My Identification issued by the Government? The last time I recall, the age limit cut off for Mature Rated Videogames was 17 or 18 years of age.
"What?"
"I need to see your ID."
With a blank stare on my face, I reached into my pocket and showed him my Government Issue Drivers License. I said not one more thing to the man. It reminded me of those time before I was 21, never being carded for alcohol, ever, until the day I turned 21 and went to go legally buy myself beer, they Carded me.
Maybe I'll grow the beard back and have it be so long that I can hide my fists within it and whenever someone asks me for ID, they will never see pain coming.
Until then, I'm never going to Gamestop again because the hoodrats there were getting on my nerves and I actively wanted them to go back to the Cockroach Colosseum I call Bridgeport.
"This game is rated M, can I see your ID?"
This was my first reaction.
I was confused, bewildered, befuddled, baffled, distraught and behooved. My Identification issued by the Government? The last time I recall, the age limit cut off for Mature Rated Videogames was 17 or 18 years of age.
"What?"
"I need to see your ID."
With a blank stare on my face, I reached into my pocket and showed him my Government Issue Drivers License. I said not one more thing to the man. It reminded me of those time before I was 21, never being carded for alcohol, ever, until the day I turned 21 and went to go legally buy myself beer, they Carded me.
Maybe I'll grow the beard back and have it be so long that I can hide my fists within it and whenever someone asks me for ID, they will never see pain coming.
Until then, I'm never going to Gamestop again because the hoodrats there were getting on my nerves and I actively wanted them to go back to the Cockroach Colosseum I call Bridgeport.
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