I really DO judge you, harshly, when you're buying Grand Theft Auto for your 10 year old. When I ask, "are you aware that this game has a mature rating for language, violence, sexual content, and drug use?" and you just say yes like all is well, I wonder...
I am NOT a babysitter! I'm not okay with your brat playing the playstation demo while you get your nails done!
I know it's your husband. I see you glaring at me. I have no shame in flirting with him if it means an up-sale.
I am not tech support. I don't know what's wrong with your Xbox. I am also not a strategy guide. I don't know what you need to do half way through Dishonored.
Most of the crap I recommend, I've never played. I've just heard enough about it to be able to pretend. You'd be surprised how many games I sell off personal recommendations that have never been in my house.
I'm not giving you my discount, stop trying to be my friend.
You Pokemon nerds are weird.
I can't change the value of your trade-in. I know you paid $60 for it and I'm offering you $7. There really isn't much demand for the CoD that you bought 5 years ago.
I work 60 hours a week. I have two kids, a husband, and a life. I'm not even a gamer besides PC gaming. I have one system and I play about 2 hours of games per week (usually Minecraft with my kid).
Edit: I love my job. I love the super passionate gamer nerds. It's not all negative.
We have to legally tell you about the rating if you have a kid with you and we will ID you if you look under 30.
'Flirting' means smiling and laughing. I don't act like a whore. I wouldn't be a manager if I did. I don't initiate it, that would be stupid. If a guy starts acting flirty I do it back. It's called making the sale and it works. I've turned a $60 purchase into a $300 purchase many times. It works. Stop getting your panties in a bunch. I'm happily married. I don't want your man.