In response to :  http://www.giantbomb.com/forums/general-discussion/30/the-frustrations-of-shopping-in-video-game-stores/432588/?    
 
Reading your post compelled me to share a personal story of mine with you and everyone else willing to read it. I was the guy working behind the counter in the scenario that you pointed out. I'm ashamed to say that not only did I act in the fashion that you described, but I feel like I took it even further than I ever should have. To this day the sequence of events that transpired when this girl walked into the store one Wednesday afternoon is still in my top 3 list of things I wish had never happened to me. It's number 2. I dare not divulge what the first and the third are. Anyways, here goes:  
 
It was your typical Wednesday working at the Gamestop. It was late into the afternoon and I had already taken all of the new games out of the shipping boxes and placed them in their appropriate spots on the shelves. There was nothing else really left to do but sit behind the counter reading my manga about these voluptuous high school girls and an evil tentacle monster. Unfortunately, this activity had already put me in a....sexual frame of mind. Just before the tentacle monster ravaged the entire cheer-leading team on their field trip to the zoo the door to the store opened. My eyes traveled from the scene of vague tentacle rape on the page of my explicit, imported manga to the door. And there stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, not counting all the hot ladies of the Dead or Alive Beach Volleyball series of course (No real life girl  can beat perfected polygonal representations of the female form). 
 
There this mystery girl stood, and as if time itself had frozen, my eyes began to scan her like Metroid scanning a growth. She had red hair, blue eyes and a look on her face that screamed sensuality. Immediately the gears in my head, much like the gears of war that fuel Marcus and Dom's adventures, began turning. My first tactical move was to find out whether or not this beautiful stranger was in fact single. Spitting out my words too fast for my own good I ended up choking on my own spit before I could even start my sentence. She noticed this. I began again, this time taking a deep breathe and carefully enunciating my words. I nonchalantly asked her, "So, are you in here looking for a game for your boyfriend?" and she responded not with words but with a look that I can only describe as hateful, that or lust. Who can say really?  
 
The beautiful red haired  vixen began perusing the shelves which housed the Playstation 3 games. In an attempt to spark up some witty banter between her and I, I asked, "Those are where we keep the men's games, I think you want to look over there" I said as I motioned towards the Wii games section. She swiftly turned around and we locked eyes....success! We were both helplessly trapped in an ocular tug of war. Sparks were flying! Or so I thought. As her mouth opened I began pondering what this sweet angel's voice would sound like. If it matched her looks I knew that my ears would be in for a treat. Before I could ponder this anymore she spoke, "What the fuck guy?!". Not the response I was expecting or hoping for.   
 
In a panic I began wracking my brain for a response that would diffuse the now hostile situation and quickly put me back in her good graces. I pointed at the Wii Fit system, on sale used for $99.99 "Would you be interested in purcha..." She interrupted me, "What the fuck is wrong with you? You imply that I can't play the same games that you do and now you're saying I need to lose weight?" She walks towards me, " You think you're better than me sitting behind that stupid fucking counter..." She looks down at my manga, "...reading this....what the fuck is this shit? You perverted little asshole!" Not knowing how to respond I went with my company training, "If you cannot afford this unit now, you may put down some money and we can hold it for you until you are abl..." She interrupts me once again with a venomously delivered, 'Fuck you!"  
 
She leaves the store, gets in her car, and drives away. And  that was that. It was closing time, I would take my manga, go home, masturbate and cry, using my own salty tears as a form of natural lubrication. A part of me still hopes that one day, she'll come back to the store and I can tell her this apology that I've since then written down and rehearsed countless times in the bathroom mirror. Another part of me knows that the chances of that ever  happening are slim to none. But hey, I guess I'm a dreamer, and dreamers can dream, can't they?