Sep 04, 2007 12:09
So I thought I'd describe what happened the other day when I went to take that busted prefurb PS2 in. My dad offered to drive me up there on Friday. So there we were. When I walked in the door, one of the guys who was there when I bought the prefurb, a tall, heavy-set black dude, nodded sagely. I suspect he's seen this before. He sent me over to the other register since there was a big line there (it being incredibly busy, as a Friday night.)
So the other clerk, whom I will now dub "Perky Lady", was bouncing between trying to check me in and attending to getting stuff out of the back room for the other guy, and checking in on the other browsing customers. While she was doing that, I waffled on the idea I think I mentioned before, trading busted PS2 in for store credit, then paying the balance on a new one. She let me do that, mostly because she knew me(I go in there all the time and she's been there a few years) and because I'd been waiting there for ten minutes while she had to deal with other stuff.
Not so angry any more. This new one I got (zomg platinum?) has run pretty much everything I throw at it, up to and including MvC2(which hasn't worked on our mammoth old PS2 for a bit) and FFV(likewise).
Dunno if I'll ever get another prefurbished system(at least from Gamestop,) though.
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